Love and hate are separated. Stubbornness beside the red lips. Standing in the middle of infatuation and entanglement. Empty thinking. I sigh that it is always difficult to stay in love. The stranger who is destined to be the most familiar. A cold kiss on the forehead. Scars are carved in my heart. I miss love and miss this half of my life. I sigh at the fate of my previous life. I am destined to be homeless in this life. The sky is waiting for the rain. I am missing you. Miss you, miss this rain......