Is the waiting time long or short?
The feeling of heartbeat; is it fear or still love?
What is love? What is hate? Who can tell the story between love and hate? If you have to look between these two words, maybe you will be the one who gets hurt in the end. Because love and hate are inseparable.
The past is like smoke, once it has drifted away, no one can keep it. Memories are only comfort. The love I once thought was just a fairy tale imaginary.
It turned out that there was nothing
It turns out that everything is empty
It turns out that I never liked it