Looking at the clock in the square, you are still hiding from the wind in my arms. You are not used to insincere words. How can silence make you understand? Embracing you at this moment can be regarded as a beginning and an end. There are many kinds of blessings, but the heartache is all unspoken. Please be happier than me, so as not to waste my embarrassing exit. No matter how painful it is, I will not say the pain. Love does not need to be sorry to make up for it. At least I can fulfill your pursuit. Please remember that you are happier than me. Only then do you know that I am cruel to myself. I count down silently. Finally, let me see you clearly. I am so stupid in your eyes. I am slowly being exiled.