In Vain

What is love? It's medicine, but it's poison; it's a panacea, it's medicine and there's no cure. What is waiting for? It means enduring and persevering; it means looking forward to seeing through and persevering unswervingly. What is parting? It's the heart, it's the shape; it's fragmented, it's the appearance that seems to be in harmony but the spirit is separated. I thought you were the only light in my little life. But I didn't expect that the darkness for the rest of my life would also be you.