How can I guess that your care is no longer there? Love has been quietly buried, cursing the remaining dependence. If possible, please take away my right to breathe and let me go. If possible, please take away my right to remember and let me go blank. That vigorous expectation is just helpless now. Time flies so fast. Unable to stop the sadness. If possible, please give me the right to pain. Let me let go. If possible, please give me the right to despair. No more waiting. If covered with love, can I live a wonderful life...