Maybe we were too busy at that time,
Maybe we were too stupid at that time,
Maybe we were too selfish then,
Maybe it's all fate,
I am destined to miss you,
I am destined to miss you throughout my life.
What is love? I have asked myself the sky many times, but I still cannot define it.
Every encounter seems to have the illusion of happiness and the light of love.
And always confused.
It wasn't until I was bruised and bruised, and it wasn't until much later, that I gradually understood.
We have never held hands, we have never kissed each other, and I love you the most. . .
I don't want to shed tears every time I'm hurt, I don't want to indulge in every time I'm lonely, I can only deeply remember the lost time.