The madness of his love, the silence of his love, and the pain of his love.
Infatuated with love, crazy with love, dripping with blood, and won't let go.
It's not because you don't love, it's because you love too much that you choose to destroy;
It's not because I don't love you, it's because I love you too much that I choose to let go.
Memories as thin as cicada wings are broken in the years...
Will that little cicada shell evoke the sweetness and memories of the past?