When we were still together, the sky reflected in your eyes turned into a beautiful and lonely lake. I like to see you smile, but I don't want you to cry. I will protect your dream. There are always too many misses and too many sorrows in life. You cry and say not to leave. Blood-red tears solidify in the corners of your eyes. The sky breaks into pieces and you choke with tears. I hope you are well, I hope you are happy... "How about you not be so literary?" "There are times when you are lyrical~?" "But it is still touching, so why not let me sing a song to express my passionate mood..." "Please die quickly!!~!·#￥%...—*"