I have been living in the dream you created for me. There is a city you built for me, dedicated to me and you. There is laughter, happiness, and happiness for you and me. But this is just a dream, but it can only be a dream. The dream has passed, and the dream city in the past has been whitewashed by endless blue. Time is still going on. Sadness, I experience my own endless sorrow in the dream you created for me.
I stood there silently guarding you, looking at you not far away. I stretched out my hand, wanting to hold your hand but I couldn't touch you, because ----- from that day on, you no longer belong to me.