It's really sad because love is too difficult. Those who like you don't love you. Those who love you don't like you.
I don't dare to expect that this requires a strong heart. A heart that is broken again and again can barely look like a heart.
I'm really embarrassed. I don't dare to say anything. I'm worried about everything. I crawl into bed lonely.
Afraid of being deserted at night and afraid of being alone at dawn. What is spring? Is spring the face of a dog?
The skylight of love, the owl is singing, the green moonlight makes people panic
The skylight of love. The skylight is not lit. The cold wind whistles. Tears are hidden in my heart.
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