You are like air. Without you, I can't live.
Sometimes, you choose to alienate someone, not because you don't care, but because you know that he never belongs to you.
I don't disturb him any more, and he doesn't think about me any more.
There are thousands of sad people, and the silent one is the saddest.
Usually, when the story starts, it's the right time. It often ends in this way, with two flowers in each side of the world.
Will my loser regret as much as I do?
Miss parting, the air is always diffuse and not give up, and then return alone. It's like you're the only one left in the world.
Only you are worth remembering in my life.
Habitual sleep in, is to wait for that person advised me to go to bed earlier, dear, good night!
The story always starts in this way, at the right time. Things always end like this, two flowers bloom, each side of the world. You are the object I let go, the memory I can't let go.
I don't know how many days and nights have passed. I'm not sure I'll forget you, and I'm not sure I'll forget you. I can only be like now, no longer noisy, no longer sad, no longer quiet, no longer with you, no more intersection.