I'm sorry, I'm not as strong as I say, and I still miss you secretly. Even though I draw circles again and again, trying to keep you out of my world, I'm sorry, but I still love you deeply. . .
I tried so many ways to give myself comfort, but I always left myself with no way out. . .
Loneliness, swallowing my soul, talks to me quietly. . .
How many years, how many days, how many lies will it take to believe in the imperfection of love? Who else can I believe? . .
---Xiliang Youxuan