"I just feel that this life will go on so lonely and dull."
"It's even less likely that anything will happen that would make me happy."
Only you...
By the attic window, lean on the railing and look at the moon.
You are the rose that is irrigated by thousands of hands and grows wantonly.
And she was just a wild chrysanthemum trapped under the wooden fence wall, growing from the cracks.
