Your love is like the scorching sun in June, melting my heart as cold as winter.
My love is like the soft wind in March, gentle but silent.
You are messy and arrogant, but I am indifferent; you are as cold as ice, but I feel heartbroken and heartbroken.
I'm not omnipotent in your eyes
In front of love, I am a coward.
That love for you has become an unspeakable lie.