I thought I would forget you when I got drunk, but in the end I was just living alone in your illusion.
I agreed that I would only talk about the romance and not the future, because I knew that there would be no results with the man in front of me. The reality was already hopeless and in a mess, but he gave me the throbbing of love, and I couldn't stir up ripples, but the light, that moment did exist.
I can't tell whether it's salvation, the abyss, or the imaginary god people talk about. I want to catch it, own it, hide it...
"I am not the God who redeemed you, nor am I that powerful. You are just deceiving yourself and others. Don't live in your own vanity!"
Intention: I hope lovers will get married eventually and don't want to be upset.
