It's dark, lonely and slowly cutting. Some people's hearts begin to hurt again.
Love is far away, we haven't seen each other for a long time, but we can still live like this
You hear loneliness singing softly or fiercely
The singing is so cruel that one can't help but burst into tears
Who said that people must be happy? It seems that happiness is up to people to choose.
I can't find that person. Will he come or not? Whose person will I be? Who is mine?
You hear loneliness singing softly or fiercely
The singing is so cruel that one can't help but burst into tears
You listen to loneliness singing, gentle or crazy
The sadness is getting deeper and deeper. How can I make it stop?
(Can anyone help me to stop it?)
It's so dark that it doesn't seem like it'll get bright again. It doesn't matter if it's tomorrow or not.
Just look at youth quietly, it's hard to let go. The tears are still hot, but the traces of tears are cold.