I like to see his warm smile and considerate actions
Even though it's not for me
I hate looking at his cold and heartless face
Even though I know those smiles are for me
When love comes quietly like this
Leave me at a loss
When former friends frequently collapse because of love
I resolutely choose to give up
His pain, sorrow, thoughts
Knowing clearly but pretending not to pay attention
When everything has become a memory
Only then did I understand
The flowers withered
