Love gave up poetry in the third grade.

If there ever comes a day when

You'll never find me again

whether or not

You will blame me for expelling my thoughts so easily.

When you turn around,

I left you quietly.

Disappear between heaven and earth.

No more news and tips.

When that day comes,

whether or not

You will be sad and cry.

Will search crazily.

perhaps

You will readjust your mind.

Forget all our memories.

Live a good life alone from now on.

Maybe you and I shouldn't fall in love.

This is a game full of helplessness.

This is a game full of sighs.

Our love is full of contradictions and sadness.

Finally let all the contradictions and sorrows come to an end.

There are no more tears in your sky and mine.

Let me give up my lifelong pursuit

In exchange for the happiness of your life.