I just want my way, even if I just keep walking
A pair of delicate yet rough hands stood before my eyes: "I can save you, but what can you give me?"
A fuzzy but warm shoulder: "I will take you wherever you want to go, or I may just follow you."
He slightly raised his eyebrows with disdain and said, "I will accept you. Isn't this what you want?"
Gentle eyes, concealing sharpness or leaving no trace: "If you don't know how to walk, I will hold your hand until you don't want to walk with me."
Just a humble promise, but no one can give it
That's your scenery, take in the shade and enjoy the coolness
Afraid I'll want more
I'm afraid of this second of warmth
I will forget how to go back