The sudden withering of summer is something I cannot tolerate. I once foolishly thought that strong reason would give me the strength to keep my flowery face blooming. But, wrong, time is the most ruthless executioner, it can destroy all vicissitudes. And I am so small that I am almost humble. I couldn't pretend not to care, and I couldn't compromise with weakness. My ridiculous strength became my only reason. The blood in the left ventricle flows under a hundred feet of ice, and the bright smile of yesterday is quietly frozen. Those gorgeous past are broken in the wind, just like my sealed memory drains the joy out of life. Beau, I'm sorry, please forgive me for not being able to take off my thick disguise and admit that I love you. But please remember - life is endless, love is endless