There is only a suffocating dark blue in front of me, and I believe I will never forget the feeling of my heart stopping, but I can't remember why I can still breathe fresh air now...
Childhood sweetheart? I think I never want to hear this word again... Because he always hangs around me like a ghost...
We played, had fights, argued and cried, but I always seemed to be bullied...
You said that those who are near the water and the towers get the moon first... But I am wailing why you, the rabbit, want to eat the grass on the edge of my nest...
I silently recall those beautiful years, the time I can't get back, the love I can't find...
I think that feeling that my heartbeat is about to stop has gradually come to me again...