I can’t tell what month the weather is in.
I don’t understand the wind and rain in this world.
I am like a ray of air
The silence is suffocating.
That year’s words were empty and never ended.
Let love turn into poetry.
Even if it is an experience.
But no one mentioned it again.
Young and passionate, trapped in a cage.
Giving anyone a lifetime of freedom.
Never mention love and hate again.
In the end, we are still different from each other.
I don’t know what kind of weather the other party is facing.
If love is just a farce,
Why let the world follow all the emotions.
Joy and sorrow, I ask you if it is because of feelings.
Who lost whom, and who chose others.
In the eyes of others, you are that other person.
No one is meddling in other people’s lives.
What is given is an interlude or an epilogue.
Who can see through it until the end.
If you are not in my life, your joys and sorrows have nothing to do with me.
If you don’t have me in your life, what surprise will my crying and laughing give you?
It was fate that brought us together. Or the end of some causes and effects from previous lives.
Or, it is simply a farce in this life.
Since lives intersect with each other,
then we are two crossed lines.
From far to the intersection, and then, farther and farther.
Never seen again.
Right and wrong, love and hate, joy and sorrow.
Who controls life.
Give our lives to passers-by who shine so brightly that they don’t want to leave.
Perhaps, life is inherently tragic.
And now we are stepping on the road of death step by step,
A reincarnation, a joy and sorrow.
Leaving is, after all, just an episode in life.
So, do I still need to be sad about this?
Perhaps what I should only be sad about is that I need to meet you again in this reincarnation in the endless ignorance of the next reincarnation.
But I suddenly didn’t know that it was you who gave me gorgeous sadness.
Go ahead, just keep walking.
Come, come anyway