There is only heartache... When you feel heartache, there is only heartache, and everything else is just a passing thing...
I once asked: "How different are she and me?"
What a stupid question, but asked by a stupid person.
You just looked at me lightly and said, "A lot."
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of my mouth: "Oh, that's it." The slightly longer bangs covered my hazy eyes.
You turned around and left, leaving only the red clouds in the sky, which stung my eyes.
I can't even cry anymore, because when my heart hurts, I can only accept this, quietly accept the sorrow you gave me...