Who Can Complain About Loneliness?

Introduction Staring deep into the eyes Who can complain about a loneliness? Even if it's a preface, it's always an understatement... Walking and stopping, searching and searching, I met you, you missed me, we stayed together, we parted, the world is deserted, the past is like smoke, in the end it is one person's one-man show, reflected in the eyes of another person... Staring deep in my eyes, you are my end of the world, who can complain about loneliness... The flowers bloom on the other shore, I am your corner, I know myself alone... From the ignorance of 12 years old to the blooming of 22 years old, I always have only you in my eyes. With so many people coming and going, I only see your smile... From the brilliance of our first meeting to the silence now, I always have only you in my eyes. With so many people coming and going, you only see his smile... Did you meet me too late, or did I meet him too early... To be honest, who can complain about loneliness, and who is the disaster?