Think, maybe only in the heart.
Think, maybe only in a dream.
Think, maybe just think about it.
What is missing in the heart, what will be wanted, a trace of warmth, a relationship, even if it can make people care.
Time is always like this, making people live in a confused way without thinking.
Sometimes, it's always making do, making do, making do for a lifetime.
is always wronging himself, wronging himself to fulfill others.
I grinded myself so that I didn't have a temper at all.
Catering to others everywhere, big and small things are their own fault.
I really want to live for myself and not for anyone.
I don't let anyone be my fetters, the kind that doesn't hold back.
The days of breaking off love are not good, and it is depressing and suffocating.
I also crave love, someone understands, someone loves!
Someone cares about me, someone feels sorry for me, someone cares about my feelings!
Has the baby eaten it?
Is the baby asleep?
Baby, I miss you.
I like it all!
Who understands me, tears in my heart.
Who knows me, I can be single.
Longing for love, it's simple.
Even if you don't know each other, even if it's sad, it's love.
Half a life of wind and rain and half a life of cold, half a life of bitterness and sweetness.
Half a life of wind and rain is half a life, but half a life is still in a dream.
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