No one has the courage to take that step, and love will pass by.
Our story is over before it even begins,
That lingering heart, still water runs deep, and lingers on the bluestone of the years, becoming more fragrant for a long time...
I have been willful and pretended not to have seen it. Looking back, not everyone is willing to wait under the dim lights... Smiles spread out like ripples of bitterness...