I ve come to this point in learning what remorse is

LRC: The heart is cooling.

Today we have come this far.

I know I know it's all my fault.

You say it doesn't matter, you say you don't care.

But why are there ripples in your eyes?

Only you understand what my heart is like.

What kind of face is it under the expressionless face.

I don't dare to ask for it anymore, I don't dare to face it again.

Hopefully, this stinging lesson will soon go away.

I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to think about you anymore.

But why is my mind no longer under my control?

Maybe it's because I love you too much, maybe it's because I can't get it.

I was going crazy, I was crying, I was crying.

I started I started I started I started to weave memories.

It seems that this is the only way to turn the past into the past completely.

Maybe it's too far-fetched, maybe it's too selfish.

I went crazy and cried all the time.

It's useless to mention it now.

Don't think about it, don't think about all the fleeting beauty.

It's too easy to fall in love with you, too weak to let go.

I had no choice but to write this unpleasant thing to pay tribute to.

I remember you said you didn't like me leaving you the most.

Because then you will feel helpless and lonely.

I've always been here looking forward to your place.

I hope there will be someone like me who will love you again.

I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to think about you anymore.

But why is my mind no longer under my control?

Maybe it's because I love you too much, maybe it's because I can't get it.

I was going crazy, I was crying, I was crying.

I started I started I started I started to weave memories.

It seems that this is the only way to turn the past into the past completely.

Maybe it's too far-fetched, maybe it's too selfish.

I went crazy and cried all the time.

See you, laugh at you, miss you, love you.

Came, left, cried, hurt.

I see you, I laugh at you, I miss you, I love you.

You're coming, you're gone, you're crying, you're in pain.

I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to think about you anymore.

But why is my mind no longer under my control?

Maybe it's because I love you too much, maybe it's because I can't get it.

I was going crazy, I was crying, I was crying.

I started I started I started I started to weave memories.

It seems that this is the only way to turn the past into the past completely.

Maybe it's too far-fetched, maybe it's too selfish.

I went crazy and cried all the time.

Many people are relatively strong, they don't cry when they don't see the coffin, they don't beat the Yellow River, they don't have to regret anything, the past is over, and the excitement of the future is the most important thing.