If you don't love me, why did you come to provoke me in the first place?
It makes me feel that happiness is right in front of me and I can reach it if I stretch out my hand
Later I discovered that everything was just the moon in the mirror and flowers in the water.
Your pampering, your tenderness
It's just a means of your game.
Why when I make up my mind to let go
But you are still struggling
Look at me hurting for you again and again
Can you feel my heart that is riddled with holes?
You have always been as careless as the kite with its string cut off.
But I was tired and unable to catch the erratic thread.