Afraid of not having it, I was like a child, I was like a child in front of you, like seeing the ending, uneasy, like a fool, I was only like that to you, just like that, I liked you, I only have one belief, the past, I decided not to look back, your night, to me, is like the day, we are really different, just pretend I don't know, you are like a flower, full of fragrance, looking at you like this, maybe I have liked you, it doesn't seem to be the ending, even if I struggle desperately. . . This is the ending, maybe I feel it, just one believe, really want to take your heart, although maybe we will be separated, because my night is like your day, I want to be a child, like not knowing anything, only one belief, Never again, This love, This love, Never again.
There are different stories here, different endings.
The story of the quiet flowers blooming is for every lonely person. . .