This is such a desolate world, it seems like only you or me are left.
I have been searching, just looking for a pair of warm hands that would look at me with warm eyes, hug me tightly, and then take me home.
There are so many things worth crying about in this world, I just keep putting them behind me, and when I no longer want to cry, I will look back. Even if I cry at this time, it is no longer because of the thing itself, but because I have abandoned the crying itself...
Our life has always been so sad...
I met some people, experienced some things, and developed some feelings. That's all I want to say.