When you are with me, you will think of her.
You can't hear my heart
Pretend I don't know when I know.
A good man or a fool?
You will think of her when you are with me.
You can't see how hurt my smile is.
How big is the world? She only has one left.
Cover my starlight and occupy your kindness.
What I can't bear to part with is left to memories.
If you are so embarrassed, I can't help it.
After going through twists and turns together, who can choose now?
From now on, your guilt, my accommodation and freedom.
-Claire Kuo's "Miss her when you are with me"
What kind do you want? Sad? Happiness? Something like that