Time seems to keep its promise to time and give it perfection non-stop. In this deserted night, memories swirled with clear plots. The curse that goes back and forth in a rustling manner fills my hasty life with thorns. It hurts so much.
It was you who pushed me into the situation abruptly and left me in a certain episode as if nothing had happened. Then he left as if nothing had happened.
I can't live in peace. . . .