People lacking security are afraid of the dark and habitually stay up late.
Old hearts are easily injured, often saying 'It's okay' with a wistful tone, but how long will he remember you?
Some things that can be solved with a glass of wine shouldn't be wasted on tears. Falling in love with someone who doesn't belong to you is truly painful, even jealousy feels out of place.
People lacking security are afraid of the dark, yet they're used to staying up late.
When we say we've let go, we haven't truly let go; we're just pretending to be healed, pretending to be happy, and silently repeating heartbreak in quiet corners.
Our story began with me disrupting things, and ended with me being superfluous.
We're not good actors in love; I can't hide my feelings for you, and you can't portray enthusiasm.
I'm sorry, I can't be your friend. After such deep feelings, even a glance makes me want to possess you. Let it be like this, forever parted.
Not all effort leads to change, just as no matter how good I am to you, you'll still pretend not to see.
Don't blindly pour out everything you have; it's better to be humbly insignificant than to be proud and cherished. Sometimes, a meeting is better than a remembrance; long separation is better than no meeting at all.
