Theme lyrics: There are too many people who can write stories nowadays. I have read, heard and been moved by them, but they are never as vivid as my own experiences. Maybe I am too self-centered, but I have to be free and easy, but it is getting harder and harder to guess the size of my heart.
Those so-called hurts are depressing and sad, and they are constantly divided by time and space. Maybe I have to miss them silently in my heart, or maybe I start to become cowardly, and then I finally know that you love me too.