There are so many things I want to say to you, but they are stuck in my chest.

You give me the end of my sanity, how long will it take.

How do you want me to accept it in a different way.

Is it you or I accommodating, and I am indifferent in every word.

It's you who have changed, it's just that you don't want to admit that you hurt me.

Tormenting each other is by no means boring, it is thinking too much about you.

The gentle retreat is all about letting go of me.

Your freedom, for me, I give it all.

It's just this moment, to confirm and love me, but you don't say.

How long will it take for you to remember me as you did before?

Hope is too heavy, and I will be cheeky to touch it again and again.

I am no longer like me, and I do not love me, let alone you.

I just don't want to come out of your mouth anymore,

Hearing that I gave up and was reluctant.

And you say it's the best option.

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