I was shocked to realize that the previous pain had made me doubt the world. I no longer believed in love, no longer gave love, and no longer accepted love. I never knew that I was so cold-blooded, and I was so cold-blooded and at peace with myself.
Such are the desolate days
The world is in coma and relatives are sad
The wind blew happiness away
Like tares flying everywhere
Dream about yourself
I am also disappointed
The future will be like the past
All cooled to ashes
Just forget about the poem that was engraved in your heart, forget about the hurt and pain, be brave and walk out of the darkness.
For you, I am willing even if I get hurt again. For you, I am willing to find the only perfection in this imperfect world.