I don't know if there is tomorrow, if there is hope, and if I deserve happiness. I only know that I have never been happy. I only know that now I have no right to decide my fate, no right to choose the end...
"I ran in the cold night, chasing the slightest warmth that I had in my dreams. The moths flew toward the fire, leaving me alone, unable to find the direction of my dreams;
The cold air is everywhere, and the dark night is everywhere. Can tomorrow be tomorrow? Can you tell me: How far ahead is it?
I already know the result, coldness is my fate, night is my destination, warmth is always a dreamy luxury, please let me accept the fact, don't let me have hope again;
If there is darkness and coldness in heaven, will there be light and warmth if you leave me behind? Then, please let me taste one's loneliness and one's trembling forever..."