Emotionally, I can't always explain it.
Sometimes it's not that I don't want to love,
Or not to love,
But fear,
Afraid of true love,
All he got was damage.
It might have been like this originally, but as I wrote it, it was out of tune.
Maybe an unchanging life is comfort and a kind of guarantee, but it does not mean happiness. Can happiness only belong to one person? . .
The original article has been rewritten and contains a lot of messy emotions. It will become more and more confusing.
Never mind, I never really woke up anyway.