Sometimes I feel that you are not you. I always wonder if the one I love is you. In fact, even I can't tell the difference.
I don't know if you think of me as me.
There is always a fog between us. I can't see you, and you can't see me.
I think we missed too much. Really too much
You want to save me and I want to save you. But we don't know how to save you.