The cruelest words in the world are not sorry,
But we can never go back.
Goodbye, that green memory, goodbye, that pure white boy, goodbye, that one that shines like a sunflower
Bad girl.
You are white under the starry sky, and I can only live in the sunshine. You cannot warm me, so I can only choose to leave.
Leaving doesn't mean crying or feeling sad.
Because I have played, gone crazy, and been wild
So now I'm relieved, I understand, I accept it.
Honey, I like to call you this, so that I can feel that we are very close, so close that I can touch you.
But, why do I feel that we are so far away, as far as the horizon, and I can't pull them back no matter how hard I pull them.
This world is such a contradiction. When that person is around, we don't know how to cherish or love, but when that person is around
When we learn how to love, that person has already gone away like youth...