Text /Eva
The story of you and me, after all, can not escape fate, it is inevitable that we are strangers after all.
I have to say goodbye after all, which I knew from the beginning.
I just don't want to face the reality. I don't know from that moment on.
You are in my heart, perhaps that kind of dramatic understanding.
Maybe it was a casual glance. We met last winter.
That's right. You like that quiet girl and watch you drift away.
My heart seems to be beating with joy, and gradually we get to know each other.
Gradually we get to know each other better, and gradually you start to care about me.
I thought I thought the ending was happy, but tonight you said you were happy.
I'm glad that girl came back for you. I left tears of pain at this end of the network.
I can only say, then go on a date with her, but you said take your time.
Do you know how much my heart hurts at that moment?
I used to look at people around me as a bystander, but I was separated, separated.
I have always been just a spectator, but I didn't expect to become someone else's spectator today.
I'll call you tonight and give you a souvenir. I just got back from a trip.
Almost all the souvenirs I bought are for you.
But there's no reason to give it to you now. I will open the gift package myself.
It turns out that God has given me a decision that the clay doll is broken.
Broken dolls can be glued back. How can a broken heart leave no trace?
Did you notice anything, too, so you asked me if I had any talent.
Ask me why I didn't give you a gift. What should I answer you?
How can I make you feel free from sadness and guilt? Maybe it's to cut off lingering worries.
Maybe it's for the love in my heart, maybe it's because of a lot.
But there is only one ending, that is, I say goodbye to you.
You mean so much to me that I don't know how to face it in the future.
I can only choose to stay away from the vast sea of people.
Once a man has a girlfriend, who will care about his former confidante and strangers who don't sleep in the morning?
I once said that I would write our story into a novel. You didn't agree at the time. I thought you just didn't want to read novels.
I thought you just didn't want to break my heart. It turns out that this is a story with no ending.
If there is no ending, why write it down? You used to care so much about me.
Even if you just want me to eat ice cream and drink milk tea with you, you always want me to accompany you.
I thought I would always be with you. After all, dreams are dreams that will wake up one day.
It's just that this dream is too real and too sudden, and it didn't give me a chance to adapt.
All this is in the past, so please let me say goodbye to you.
Goodbye, my love.