The love I once embraced.
Now, loose somewhere.
There remains a hard-fisted story like a rock.
The pain I once felt, has now gone.
Not because there are others,
but love affects him.
Even without it,
I was still able to stand and look at the beautiful world.
Maybe I have long been alone in solitude
and my love seemed to have faded and dissolved in a tear.
But actually the love is stored in my little heart
and ready to wait for the day of happiness in the future ..
I cried the thing I had to throw away,
Hating it is not a good thing,
Remembering it will only make the wound difficult for me to understand,
Making it a friend maybe it would be better for me and him.
