Possession is the beginning of loss.
This road with no future is like a glass of deadly poisonous wine. Although we know that it will be doomed in the end, we still can't turn back.
No way in sight, no way back.
The day you get tired of me like this, then I will truly be heartless, loveless, tearless and hurtless.
Emotions for me are really only fleeting aftertaste.
Let the ambiguity continue like this, leaving a lasting imprint of youthfulness.