Falling in love with someone is like burning your heart in flames, sinking deeper and deeper into it, unable to extricate yourself.
... The world and me, you can only choose one...
…Kill me and everything can go back to the beginning…
... You actually never believe me, you only believe your own eyes...
She loves the world, but hates him alone.
How can a piece of white paper depict flowers withering? Maybe it was wrong from the beginning.