Gave up on you, but never gave up on loving you

It is said that people are hallucinating when they are desperate, and the suffering I once experienced, I only treasure in my heart. Every lonely, unoccupied night, I can only quietly look at the deep night sky and guess. When the night's appendage overwhelms under the cold of silence, I can only tremble and cry. The pale face stared at the place that only belongs to you, and roared with all his might, in the moment of illusion broken, my scarlet eyes, only to see you leave when the gloomy gaze, my heart suddenly broke. Listen to what they say, this feeling is called death...

　　We are all a group of sad children, with the same mood and the same feelings. When the relics of sadness are reproduced in our hearts, who can explain them clearly? The year seems to be a lot, but I am still disheveled standing in the empty square counting the loneliness that only I can see, at this moment, but so helpless.

　　I thought I could give up on you and leave you to live alone. When I opened the package of memories with a melancholy heart, I helplessly found that it was full of your shadow. The teary-eyed, can only look at the skylight alone and fret, in this case, it is estimated that my heart will be cracked hard pain. I know, in the long-destined tragedy that began at the moment, we have just become strangers, walking through the many happiness, to stay more memories, but also only more pain. I want to be with you, but the wall you built is too high. I looked up at the head, but I could only see your cold eyes. Even if I am a million times more reluctant, even if I die of heartache, I can do nothing but suffer all this in silence. So, I can only choose to leave...

　　Love is too superficial. Perhaps because we are just wandering in the night sky under the light of the angel, each other shines on the release side so that the shortcomings will be revealed so beautifully. The moment I let go of the hand, I still dropped the lamp in my hand. The moment I let go of my hand, I threw away my hot heart. Maybe I'm more suited to the night. Wandering in the dead night sky. I only have to rely on my senses to search for the many demonic poppies that I had abandoned.

　　I have no choice but to give up on you. The shallow sentiments that swirled in the years have already died out with our traumas time and again. I feel the throbbing sentiment of my heart deep out. I am thinking. The pale and withered love, in the end, can see the final side of the plot. I chose to leave you between us, but I have the right to choose to continue to love you. Because my heart, never changed.

　　You are alone with your dreams, looking forward to flying in the turbulent diversion, but you have never watched, in this small and closed corner long abandoned by you, there is a pair of lonely eyes, in silent gaze at you, never left. I remember I said that I would not enter your world again, I will never get involved in your life, I just want to bless you with a stranger's eyes, I can only love you with lonely emotions. From now on, let go of love. I'm going to start this century-long pursuit.

　　I choose, will not disturb your way, just to calm my heart of that unhappiness. I'm not a savior, I just hope I can have my happiness, so it's very satisfying, really, as long as you can so silently love your love. I have nothing else to ask for. I hope that you can no longer erase my last fantasy so that I can have a direction to snuggle...

　　You must be happy. I can't give you my blessing, although I can't see you happy. I can't help but think of you when I'm alone in the empty night. At this moment, or the words that have long been screened, forgive me, love you. I regret that I let you go, so I can no longer give up loving you.

　　Because, with you in your heart, you will be ruthlessly happy...