I don’t want to sit alone in front of the computer, close my eyes and listen to music, just to maintain the peace of mind. I don’t want to have difficulty adapting to your silence again; I don’t want to see your hurt expression anymore, I just want to say to you in your silence: Thank you, I will be speechless.

I like you, maybe every time I just sit quietly in the seat opposite you, quietly thinking about everything about you. I like your dominance and your unreasonableness, and I like to feed off your hatred towards me. I always like everything about you so much, but you like to lose your temper with me. You always say you love me every time, and I like your unreasonableness. There is always every complaint you have. It's not that I shouldn't hate you, but I shouldn't say that I have your regrets. I don’t know how to tell you, and I also know how to accept your sadness of not seeing each other again. Maybe this is a character flaw of mine, but I can control the entanglement in my heart. Maybe it's because I don't want you to know what I'm doing.

The feeling of missing you is better than you, the feeling of missing you is sadder than you. You said that your pain is not as good as mine. But I just can't be so helpless and even sadder.

I can’t be with you, and I can’t give you happiness. Just want to live simply. Sweet feeling.

I don’t want this kind of life, and I don’t want to make myself look too tired.

The memory that suddenly came over yesterday, I don’t want to be able to get rid of it. But today the uncertainty remains the same. I wanted to change the whole world, but I didn’t leave you with a blank, maybe the whole world.