There Is No Exception for Me in Preference

What can be dispersed by the wind is the heartbeat, what cannot be caught is the preference. I thought I could warm up the desolation in your heart, but I found that you just regarded me as a floating bridge to forget the past. When you looked at him, your eyes were full of stars, I was shocked to realize that those frowns you had frowned at me had become the candy that fell on him. My youth is a grand and lonely pantomime. This grand encounter of youth, I thought was a prologue that belonged to me only, but it turned out to be just a brief moment when you passed by. The old shadow in your heart has not gone away, and all my tenderness has become a makeshift. Later I realized that the way you dislike me has become the moonlight in other people's eyes. This throbbing war and chaos is, after all, mine alone.