Maybe one day, he is alive but I am dead. He shook my body and said he would never let me down. But he holds the imperial power that is out of reach.
I smiled, as coquettishly as the other side of the flower.
I don't want to cry, in the end I can only reminisce.
I may have never let go of the world, but I have never let go of you.
I wanted to selfishly rub him to his core, but he refused.
Because he never loves me.