The Love of Hyrule - You Didn't Come
In the early morning, the hoarse singing shattered the hazy dreams
The rising sun melted the coldness of the winter morning and opened up the sleepy sky. Eyes
The pale white ceiling pierces the eyes filled with tears
Suddenly your figure is like a gust of wind, disappearing, the wind blows all night, and the snow falls all night long
Folded with melancholy and emotionless feelings
I hugged the lonely quilt and waited stupidly
When you said you would come, I was happy
When I was excited There is also a trace of sadness hanging on the corner of the mouth
Is your return a continuation of time and space love or a broken ending of the story
My heart is sensitive and throbbing, I tell myself to be calm
The cruel and powerless body that is struggling to correct reality is trembling
Fate is a kind of thing, meeting is a poem
Meeting is a quietly descending melody poem It begins to be beautiful slowly
The same melody can no longer be played. Is it because the fingertips have become stiff?
Or is the piano stained with the rust of time
Encounter But we can't meet each other, but we can't stay together. The love is so deep, so why bother to poeticize her ruthless killing power?
I am wary of myself and let nature take its course.
But I still let go. I can’t let go of my too much sacrifice
I can’t let go of my obsession with you, I can’t let go of the passionate kiss and embrace that night
It’s just that I’m still afraid of the loneliness without you, and of the endless entanglement of nightmares.
The instinctive reaction of fear of losing love
From the time I stepped into the subway looking for you
From the time I stepped out of the train back to school
I have been weaving beautiful hopes in the sky
It’s just that
The delicate flowers sprouted once in spring and the noisy cicadas chirped all summer
Chic and unrestrained The leaves have been yellow all season long, and the light snowflakes have been drifting all winter long.
I keep the faith of love in my heart and sleep with my thoughts every night
But you still haven't come
I am like a careless child, all the 'impossibles' you said
I string them together with my persistence and hang them in the silent night sky
Everything you said was possible, and I stupidly nailed it
Hidden in a happy corner of my heart, I thought how well I understood you
How well I understood everything you wanted I thought you were so inseparable from me
How you understood the little wishes in my heart
We were all wrong
It was our lack of love Is it superficial or is it just being mysterious?
It’s just that
The hoarfrost freezes night after night, and the chill penetrates layer after layer of clothing
Revealing the third floor What I smell from the glass window is the sadness all over the ground
Chopin in November cannot be played and he has no regrets
The cold snow in November cannot be frozen and weaves longing for him. The spinning wheel
Searching and searching I am still used to building our gorgeous palace in the gray sky
The attic became strangely quiet, as if everything had been swallowed up
< p> The chirping sound of the second hand running over my wrist in circles ignited the haggardness in my eyesInside the window, I looked out of the window at a loss and smiled disapprovingly outside the window
Frowning with pockets in hand again and again
The fire of hope that was kindled
After you blew it out hard, I saw the ease and calmness of the feelings you held< /p>
My best efforts may not make you afraid at all
And you can delete my entire life with just one swipe
I will still do it Silly, I stood in the windy night for you
Listening to the rustling sound of a broken heart