I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch. I know that I have been in love for a long time, and the dust of the past is not colorful. Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. If it's only the first time I meet you, I don't need to leave my liver and intestines.
Love will wither eventually, and your smile still lingers in my memory. Love at the most beautiful moment, we let go of each other's hands, and only ourselves know the pain. Don't say I made you sad. You are tired and bored, but you just don't love it. Don't make noise, don't show off, and don't need others to know. Just be yourself quietly. Don't appear, don't disturb, is the last way I love you. Don't expect others to be nice to you, learn to be nice to yourself.