Love is always so unbearable and so melancholy.
Everything comes from liberation.
Tears. Who did you die for in your eyes?
Colorful roses. Gorgeous mourning
Love should have the courage to choose.
Silently melancholy.
A cold sadness.
What keeps repeating is leaving.
Memories melt into homesickness because of time.
Everything is in vain.
Now it's your turn.
Only dare to face it.
In order to look forward to the real future.