Who Touches My Heart

Some love can be met, and some love can be kept together. But the love I have for you is just because we are women. The love is so heavy, and the pain is so deep. After I let go of my hand, my love for you will never be seen by each other, and I will never be able to speak... I really couldn't speak anymore. I gathered up enough courage to look for her eyes. Her eyes were determined and slightly indifferent. I didn't believe that her love for me had died. But that's all there is between us. We can still feel that love echoing in each other's hearts and memories, and the world between the two of us will be as far away as the Milky Way after I turn around. This ending was the answer I had predicted long ago. I thought it would be heartbreaking and thrilling, but this day came so calmly, just like the tile-gray desolate world at this time, without tears and despair, and the remaining warm spots in my heart faded away, like the snow on this early spring wilderness, cooling down like ashes. What I fear is that this love can no longer continue, but my heart still stubbornly stays where it is, still deeply in love with the woman in front of me - a woman who will never see me again after we say goodbye.