If the original thing was not called love, then why would I feel uneasy.
If the original one was called a conspiracy, then why can't you bear it?
Do you think of me only when you see me?
Do you only remember us when we pass each other?
If it must be hurt, then please let us touch the scars that each other has given to each other.
Oh, you can't see my tears, that's not because I'm in your heart, but because my tears have long since dissipated in the wind.
Now, all we have left is hurting each other.
But don't worry, I'm still at ease.