She has come quietly, Slowly took away her promise, Only the last promise left, didn't take away the loneliness.
Our love has no faults, just the lonely persistence, is too torturing.
she said,it doesn't matter, as long as she can find her dependence while suffering insomnia in the nights. Not till it falls dark, the fireworks won't be perfect. Even if the memory is burnt, it's impossible to wait till the end.
The doesn't matter she said once, is what i fear to be destroy day by day. Not till it falls dark, the blossoming dares not fall. Green leaves stopped following, releasing the feeling of stabbing. I will never fear sunrise, just afraid of being awake.