When every child is sleeping, I am the most awake. It was such a hateful awakening that forced me to face the cruel reality.
I never ask for anything, and I never plunder. In my body, there is only an ordinary heart. And, an unforgettable memory.
Looking into the past is folly. Therefore, I never recall it.
It was a scar, an indelible mark. Just like a sharp sword piercing your body, the scar will remain forever.
The invisible is better than the tangible, and the wound on the heart is no more painful than the pain on the skin. But I'm still so stupid... Stupid... But the past is the past.
The Mood for Love, which has not yet begun, has withered long ago, and withered in a curtain of flowers.
I am like a flower, a ruined and lifeless flower. Mourning, the passing years pass by.