I don't know if our story will ever end.
I only remember that the sun was too big that summer, the night was too dark, and the moonlight was too dim. I finally lost my way with you.
You don't know that I like to be flamboyant but timid, and my hidden love always overflows from my eyes.
Intention: Love must be spoken, otherwise it will be regretful. Once love is spoken, it becomes a regret.
