It really is so sad, because love is so hard. The one you like doesn't love you, and the one who loves you isn't the one you like.
I don't dare hope for too much. It takes real strength. A heart shattered again and again, barely keeping the shape of a heart.
It's really so hard. There are things I don't dare say. My worries weigh on my heart, and loneliness climbs into bed.
At night I'm afraid of the cold and emptiness; at dawn I'm afraid of being alone. What is spring? Is spring a dog's face?
The skylight of love, an owl sings. Green moonlight leaves people uneasy.
The skylight of love, but it never lets in the light. The cold wind howls, while tears are hidden deep in the heart.
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