There is too much helplessness about the destiny between me and him. In fact, it is said to be destiny, but in my eyes, it is more of my wishful thinking. I loved him with all my youth, and he loved her with half of his youth, and forgot her with another half of his youth. But in the end, I didn't wait for him, and he didn't wait for her, so in this despicable love, we are all losers.
I spent my entire youth just to weave a love that ended in nothing;
I tried my best to have a dream that I would eventually wake up from;
I shed all my tears just to let him look at me one more time;
I'm so damn stupid just to let him stay for one more moment, just one more moment.