The past is off track and clearly emerges in my mind.
However, with the passage of time, how can the past be recovered?
Still so sad?
Please allow me to smile with tears.
I used to be happy.
But day after day, year after year. Good memories of the past are like smoke and dust, which go with the wind.
Now, I always act strong.
But you can't talk about your inner pain.
Squat in the corner and cry. And where is the warm dependence?
Will decorate it in front of the mirror,
Leave the most touching side to others, but after that, it's all tears.
No one will know my heart.