This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Now that youth is gone, what else can be used to make the choice between being loved?
Actually. It's not that I don't understand choice; I have no choice at all.
From the moment you learn to use these eyes to pay attention.
In your eyes, only the person you love is left.
People who love you are destined to be hurt.
Love comes so recklessly.
It comes at the right time, regardless of the reason;
So when I left, there was no reason.
Suddenly, looking back.
At that time, the laughter was behind my ears, whispering: You are still ignorant.
Only now, with sadness and sadness, have I realized that my love has been deeply rooted!