I don't want to say whether loving you is right or wrong; I don't want to say that I have my own helplessness and silence; I don't want to say what kind of pain is gray; and I don't want to say why happiness always passes me by.
I don't want to say I love you, and I'm afraid to hear you admit that you've fallen in love with me. Actually I can't believe it... You will really fall in love with me... Ecstasy? Angry? Still... I can't express my complicated feelings in words.
I don't want to say I love you. For us, not loving you is actually much easier than loving you.
Sorry, really sorry! It's me who makes falling in love bitter.
So sad, I'm really sad! Pain and sorrow have blossomed in your hearts and mine.
So please don't say...
Don't say that reality is the cause of the trouble; don't say that escaping is my cowardice; don't say that tenderness is the concentration of emotion; don't say that even the stars in the night sky with me are colorless.
There is nothing wrong, you are not wrong, some angel deliberately let you and me miss it.
It's nothing, it's really nothing, the worst is to let tears make up for the angel's mistakes.
You and I are like two straight lines that are always parallel. A chance encounter is so beautiful, but there should never be any intersection...
Love or not, in the end, it will be just a dream...
Whether I love you or not, it doesn't matter to you or to me...
Asking what love is in the world is a matter of life and death... I don't understand...