The sun was just right, the breeze was blowing, and I got into trouble by chance, and I got to know you. I thought I could be happy, but I didn't expect it would be so false. You said you liked me, said you loved me, and said you wanted to give me a future. I know this is false, but I still convince myself, a realist, to believe this and you, and in the end I lose everything. Is this the result you want? If I could do it all over again, I wish I had not met you, I wish to end that sentence "I am".
Intention: When the wind blows, you and I are just right; when the leaves fall, our fate is over