I don’t know what gentleness is, and I don’t care about your feelings.

How do you feel about missing your tenderness?

The so-called blessing turns out to be just intrigue.

Relationship sublimation is just the dying struggle of desire.

I beg you like that, why do you still break your promise.

I love you so much, why do you still endure the pain and deceive me.

I am not the sun but I am willing to give you all the warmth.

I am not the moon but I am willing to give you all my tenderness.

It is a joy to know that I like you when I get close to you.

Only when I know you do I know that having you is a blessing.

The past, the past, is our noisy willfulness.

The present moment is our sad memory.

I have been obsessed with you for a long time, and I have become a bit narcissistic.

I know that love is not solid, but I still try my best to jump in.

The promise is too beautiful just because we are still too young.

Mom doesn’t let me make friends who are neither good nor bad. No wonder all my friends are so bad.