Every day when he is away, I feel that this life is so disgustingly realistic. Only with him, do I feel that life is like a dream, like a fantasy, like an ideal finally realized, as comfortable and happy as living in the clouds. Yes, he took me to see heaven, and then threw me into the clouds. After that, I lingered like a walking zombie in a corner of this world.
Intent: About youthful love, those unwillingness and struggles, and finally hurt beyond recognition.