Your tears are hidden in a cold pool, your eyes are dry wells, the sun is blocked by layers, and you can't see the distance in the fog.

Memories hurt, and the deep blue sky hurts the cold. Who is still watching?

No longer miss any of your care and consideration.

You are my dream of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss, and I am your dispensable person.

Is there such a person in your heart, in your mind, in your dreams, in your eyes, but not by your side?

Flowers only bloom in half, dreams only dream in half.

People who dream cannot be willing to hurt them.

If he always holds an umbrella for others, why are you waiting for him in the rain?