You never promised that you love me
But he said that the ring on his hand has never been taken off
Said that the weight of love is far more than imagined
Said, the hand that sprinkles salt has always been involved by you
Say if you still love me, please don't push me away
Say commit now. .
I said I don't need commitment now
Said that the moment the ring was soaked in crystal, it was already taken off
Saying that the promise of love is far weaker than a firm belief
Say loving you is a thing of the past, so leave me
. . . . . . It turns out that the feeling of silent heartache can be so profound, carved into a coquettish blood lily, ferocious and mocking.