Divine Refining—qing Qing

Snow snow in june Isn't it Warm as a flower Streaming light across the sky like a cut Gorgeous flying flowers pale But cruel like and love is different What you like may not necessarily be what you love And What you love must be what you like Isn't it Everyone only loses when Only then did I know Who do you like? Who do you love? Don't want this feelings But What is supposed to come will always come Shouldn't have come Will never come fate It's the scariest thing Who has control?