I gave you my thoughts, thinking that the happiness that should belong to me belongs to others. My heart really hurts.
Maybe I can have a sip of wine and wait for the day when we become strangers.
If you know that the last person is me, will you regret loving later?
A simple and quiet life is actually not happy, so I only embrace the present, and the lasting feeling is not happy at all, so I only believe in the present.
At that time, there was no one in my heart. When I look at the moon, I can't miss you alone.