I wrote this to my ex, even though we broke up two weeks ago, I still think of you.
I never wanted to be your god. You didn't ask for my opinion when you put me on the altar, and you didn't ask for my opinion when you pushed me off the altar.
I am not a god, I am just a fragile and strong human being.
Your love words are very vulgar and cliché, but I was moved by them. You jumped like a Tigger and came into my peaceful world. You pulled me and asked me if I wanted to dance together. Before I could refuse, you were pulled into the crowd. You told me your story and showed me your scars...
From the beginning to the end, you gave me yours, let me understand, let me know.
But it was too fast and too hasty.
It started out in a daze, how could it be possible?
Concept: Most reluctance is due to self-impression.