As soon as the heart beats, love begins to suffer
every minute every second
The fire is burning. How good is it to be burned to ashes?
Call me miss and don't make any noise
I believe I'm almost there
almost forget you
Make peace with loneliness again
Don't beg if you can't get it
How to do it? No need for others to tell you.
At the bottom of the ocean too deep
I only have myself left to rely on
……——suffering
Loving him is a torture for me.