I Don't Like You, Really

I once indulged in your gentle eyes. It touches me little by little, making me fall into your arms and lust for your warmth, unable to extricate myself. I once said it was like a black diamond - rare, restrained and luxurious. In fact, I never told you that to me, you are like this black diamond, flowing in the dark night, attracting me to draw moths to the flame. No, you are more precious than this. No matter how beautiful the diamond is, it is just a dead thing. The flame of a candle dares to compete with the sun and the moon. But you left me anyway, without any warning and cruelly, leaving me searching hard until my heart was filled with despair. … Then I will really leave. I will never like you again. I will never think of you again.