It's raining
Let dust dilute memories
I lean on you and make no sound
looking at you
Looking at the mottled sweetness
Loving you traps you and traps myself
My delicate wounds that cannot be avoided
Dull pain
Your sweet excuse that you can't quit
It also makes me mentally rotten
say you love me
become a greeting
It's better to let go as soon as possible
fall love
Let the ground be bright red
say you love me
becomes a torture
You don't have to accompany me to the end
I can't afford your promise
-BY S. H. E.
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