That yellowed and wrinkled paper once wrote your and my youth, every word, engraved in my heart.
You tell me that you love me, but you don't understand what love is.
I'm escaping, escaping from your feelings, escaping from worldly questions, but in the end I still can't escape from the prison I drew.
My emotions are torn apart, so let others call me a playboy.
I would rather choose to lose my memory and turn the past into a blank page. I am willing to get to know you again. I hope we have a good beginning.
Stop saying how much you loved me, and stop caring about the past we had.
Let that moist kiss be buried in the sand.
The me in front of you is no longer the me before. I am a person abandoned by memory and a person you once loved.
If you cry too much and hold on to your heart too much, you will really get tired. Just let the memories blur in your youth.