Every love story is filled with sadness in the process,
Neither you nor I can escape this destined turn;
Every minute the pointer points to, it pierces my skin deeply, and the pain in my heart laughs at how ridiculous I have been;
There have been many lingering nights, unbridled and warm, but now the empty room is as sad as the withered grass in winter;
The time when I was young and stupid changed because of you,
The wings of happiness spread out wherever you are,
The beauty of the city harasses our yearning for love in this mortal world. The depraved past has made us forget kindness, leaving us only blind and unaware of the so-called
crazy; crazy
We are all fixed in the same frame, and inside the frame are two idiots enslaved by fate.