Some people say that love is like running water soaking the tender reeds
Some people say that love is like a sharp knife, leaving behind a bleeding soul
Some people say that love is endless desire, extremely tormenting, but unable to extricate itself.
But I said, love is a blooming flower, and you are the only seed
I met you when I was 15, we were together when I was 17, and I decided to leave you when I was 23
I have walked with you, so many days
But I have never been able to get over the hurdle in my heart
I don't know if the you I know and understand is the real you
I can't understand the meaning of your smile; I can't guess the meaning of your extreme tenderness
If you can, just let me sleep forever
In those days before I met you, even if I shed tears, I won't feel the pain