Walking into you gently, why do I feel so happy?
Leaving you slowly, why do I feel so sad?
What blocks our happiness? What makes me so helpless?
Fragile tears once again stained my clothes, and the determined gaze stung my heart again.
Even if the wind blows violently, you will smile when you take care of me.
The sad waves laugh at Ao, but the center is mourning!
Burn a piece of paper for prosperity and light an autumn lantern. What can I get in exchange for you? My first love.
I once thought that love would be provided by God. I once thought that as long as I was with you, I would be happy.
Obviously this is not love. But why am I still unwilling to let go?
The original name on the Internet: "Thinking Love Has God's Will", the cruelest youth. This is to commemorate the memory of my injuries.
Mourn and laugh.