My heart is as desolate as the scenery outside the window
Time is the lost path at the end of happiness
Tears and love flowers wither together
Broken and nowhere to be found
I would rather bear the imperfections of the book
Give me warmth for him
Why do we have to look at each other across the world?
Time is like a passing guest in a dream
Laugh at what the world can't see through
On the contrary, it is trying to conceal the truth
It turns out that love is the softest and most painful feeling in the heart
And I will never look back for you