Once your Mr. Right appears, the others will suddenly become insignificant and I hate to be one of them.
After so many years, I am finally defeated by you, completely.
You run so slowly. How did you manage to catch me at that time?
It is not terrifying to wait. What terrifies is not to know when the end is.
I have been all alone these years. Nobody cares about me.
It turns out that he has nothing healed but his appearance. There is a kind of hurt that runs deep in the blood, getting rampant somewhere you don’t see.
The most painful thing in the world is not that I have could do nothing about it, but that I am unwilling to reach out my hand even though everything is easily accessible.
You turn back, leaving me a world of depression.
In this large and crowded city, we live lonely and stubbornly, in the same mood.
There are plenty of love poems. Among them, the most beautiful one must be “holding your hand and aging with you”.