"Play Chopin's Nocturne for you
In memory of my dead love
And I hide my name for you
Play the piano under the moonlight
The feeling of your heartbeat
Still so warm and close
I miss your bright red lip prints"
"I often think about what happiness is like for a woman. No matter how strong and independent she is, she will always want to have a man she can rely on from the bottom of her heart, right? For this reason, you can put down your strong appearance and act coquettishly and willfully by his side like most girls. You don't have to be afraid of anything in his strong arms. If you lose him, will you be tired? Can you be happy if you work hard alone?"
I'm waiting for such a man to show up. . . But it will never be you again. . .