Under that familiar face, why is the heart of youth so indifferent? The bright light seems to have been banished to immortality, but it still reminds me of dusty memories.
Your love for me will always only stay on the surface of disillusionment. Am I so inferior to him?
You are not the same person as him. He is like the scorching sun, arrogant on the outside, but always passionate in his heart; you are like the lonely moon, gentle as water, as if your heart is like a mirror, but there are always layers of mist around you.
You, be my wind, blow away the clouds in my heart.