I am a mortal, living in the mortal world. Whether it's joy or sadness, I want to bear it all. Some things, once they pass, become nothing but smoke.
People's thoughts in the world are like flowers of various colors. The colors change easily, and the mind is as chaotic as numbness.
You go, I won't see you off. Come, no matter how bad the storm is, I will go to pick you up.
So tired, so helpless, so tired that I might give up at any time - I just walked forward with such an uneasy mood, and before I knew it, it would be a lifetime. Then I realized that it didn't matter whether she liked me or not, and whether she would come or not.
I am not afraid of others loving you, because I believe that I can defeat them with my love. However, I am so afraid of you loving someone else, that is something that makes me powerless and desperate.