Left Hand Folds, Right Hand Breaks Love

I miss your smile in the lonely night, I like your reluctance, you are the adult I love most in my heart; Tears drop into your eyes on lonely days. I love your departure. Outside of your eyes, I am a mean person; In this bright and sad season, when I see your drop of tear, I feel sorry for your sad Pacific smile. Those youth taught us to love. Those shyness teach us to get hurt. I miss you in the past. Your smile is like the wind and thorns mixed with yesterday's laughter, underestimating my disappearing youth. Those sad, sentimental, wandering, fleeting years...