A familiar smell, a familiar eyebrow, and a familiar touch.
I always feel strange, what am I craving for? Being close to you always makes me feel confused.
Your flying hair, your smiling face, and your hand reaching out to me.
I always feel familiar, and I feel annoyed about something. I start to blame myself for hurting you.
Memories are like devils, wrapping around my steps of leaving, and I find that I am greedy for you.
You live in my sea of memory, which is full of you.
Memories are like poison, asking me to immerse myself in the past, those days when I couldn't live without you.
Self-esteem binds the hands that hold you back, leaving only annoyance in them.
Memories are the devil, they wrapped around me as I left, and I found that I was greedy for you.
You live in my sea of memory, which is full of you.
Memories are poison, they want me to be immersed in the past, those days when I couldn't live without you.
Self-esteem binds the hands that hold you back, leaving only annoyance in them.
Memories are like peony, I can't put you down and narrowly bind you tightly.
You are the one who gave me the peony for being so unlike me.