Waiting stupidly, always thinking that the lost person will come back.
In fact, I already knew in my heart that he would not come again. Just as a dead person cannot be resurrected, a dead love cannot be revived.
One man after another appeared in my life and then disappeared. I no longer believe in love, something that can be encountered but not sought.
Cry, for my lost youth, for my dead love, and for my gradually cold heart.
There is no love that cannot be broken, and no relationship that can never change.