I have always wanted to ask, what is love.
Could it be the pink roses climbing all over the fence, as pure as clear crystal, as dreamy as mirage...
I have always wanted to ask if your heart is there, and how can you lose love without regret, but my tears just flowed down.
How should the alternative Cinderella reap her happiness? Or is everything just a bridge of sighs of love that can never be touched...