I just didn't love you the way you expected, like autumn leaves are not yellow, winter snow is not white,
In the turn of the seasons, I grow quietly,
In my own way, love you.
What you are looking forward to is the warmth of roses, but I respond to you with the elegance of daisies, not that I don't want to be warm, but I know that after the warmth, there will be withering.
What you hope for is the starry, but I accompany you with the tranquility of the moonlight, not that I don't want to twinkle, but I understand that although the starlight is beautiful, it is fleeting.
I just didn't love you the way you expected, but my love, like the dew in the morning light, quietly waiting for the embrace of the sun, although short, but full of life.
What you want is the surging sea, but I love you with the tranquility of the stream, not that I don't want to be turbulent, but I understand that in peace, I can see my true self.
What you are looking forward to is the mellowness of the spirits, but I will make a pot for you with the elegance of the tea, not that I don't want to be strong, but I understand that in the light, you can taste the true meaning of life.
I just didn't love you the way you wanted, but my love, like a shooting star in the night sky, was short, but it was bright, and although it wasn't as you wished, it was all my passion and sincerity.
Love, there is no fixed way, everyone, has their own unique way of love, just like each leaf, has its own unique vein, although different, but equally beautiful.
I just didn't love you the way you expected it, but believe me, my love, just as deep, just as passionate, only, it exists in my own way, just as I, in my own way, love you.
Because, love is a kind of free expression, it has no fixed way, no prescribed appearance, it only needs to be true to yourself, and the real other party, and then, in their own way, to express, to feel, to cherish.
So, if you love me, please accept the way I love you, and if you don't love me, please respect the way I love you, because, this is me, this is my love, this is me, not the way you want to love you.
I just didn't love you the way you wanted to, but I still loved you, deeply, passionately, in my own way.