Flowers Drift Away

You said you will always protect me, why do you hurt me again and again? You said you like to see me smile, why did you reprimand me for my smile? You said you hate me, why did you hold my hand tenderly? If this is a drama, can it end when our lives end? If you're lying to me, stay the course. When Cinderella meets the prince, the ugliness that has been hidden for many years is gradually exposed. Should the faults of the elders be borne by the younger generations?