This was a trick from God, and our reunion was destined to be a tragedy.
He is like a hasty rainy day to me
Everything happened so suddenly
In the hot summer, he is like gentle rain, making me smell the fresh fragrance of grass
Walking in the drizzle, looking forward to the rainbow
Gradually it rains harder and harder
He fell from the sky above my head, taking away my warmth and my heart
Gone never to return
So I fell in love with Karen Mok's songs "He Doesn't Love Me", "Northern Lights" and "Without You". . .
Listening to it over and over again, for him and for myself
I once imagined that I could sing to him at a certain possible time one day
However, these songs lose their taste as soon as they come to my mouth
The voice was blocked by tears, leaving only broken choking
I still remember my friend asked me how I felt about him
At that time, my answer was still unclear.
Just said I like it very much. . .
After these days
It was only later that I found out.
It turns out that my love for him is not as simple as just liking him.
But I have no chance to say I love you to him. . .
It is impossible to wait for the words "love me". . .
Conception: