We embrace with tears

　　The mood is irritable and has been depressed to the extreme. I don't want to talk, but I feel that my heart is stuffed with swelling words. Where should I start? I wonder if people who are so egotistical shouldn't be forgiven. Confused, confused, or confused, how spontaneous are those who dare to love and hate? But I am stuck in a quagmire of my own making, unable to continue but unwilling to give up.

　　Sometimes I suddenly fantasize: without me around, will you be very sad? Will it be painful to eat, painful to sleep, even painful to breathe? This is how I feel now, but I haven't left you yet. We both held back countless words and tried to keep ourselves busy. But when I go back at night, I will see you standing at the familiar bus stop waiting for me as usual, right?

　　The only way for me to not be so terrified is to occupy my thoughts with one movie after another. But the gas in the chest, ah, smothered my mind a little dizzy. Gasping for air, trying to take a big breath. Why is it so dark outside the window? The blackness is over me, but today there is sun, how can it be cloudy? Is it a hallucination of vertigo? If you keep holding back like this, will you suffer from internal injuries? If you really can, please let me release it, even the cheeks are bulging, as if something was stuffed under the skin, eyes always squeezed out a few tears, and then I was forced to swallow into the eyes.

　　You said that you are really afraid, afraid of the darkness of the night, afraid of the dawn, afraid that once you open your eyes I will not be by your side. The tears, along with the corners of the eyes slip from the cheeks to the hair inside, the pillowcase above, is not love? Why cry if you don't love? Is it love? Why should love be separated? That is for that? When we are together, we dislike it, and when we are not together, we are sad.

　　I said, "Mom, no matter what, you tell my dad, I'll bring him to see you, and we'll talk about the rest later, okay? But I waited a day, Mom did not give me a reply, I think Dad did not agree to it! Dad's character I know too well, he does not want to, how will agree? But I'm not the kind of person who wants to fight with my parents to live my life the way I want to, right? Wouldn't it be better to have their approval and blessing?

　　I often wonder, "Do you love me? You say you do, but there's only one heart left to give you. I want you to have me in your heart, I don't want your heart. If you love me and I have you in my heart, why do you want to separate?

　　We are embracing with tears before it was you lying in my arms. Last night you wrapped your arms around me, your pointed chin, your zippy beard, rubbing in my hair, stroking my sobbing shoulders over and over again. You said don't cry, I'll be sad if you cry.

　　I don't want to cry, but I can't stop the tears. I thought you would be like last time, crying and begging for me not to abandon you. But you did not, you said people are so pathetic, and helpless, you mumbled over and over again, I would rather ah, you roar a.

　　We hug tightly, tears drop by drop to wet your arms.

　　You ask over and over again, do you still love me? I love you, why so painful, do not love you, why so dead! You can't hear the answer, only the sound of sobbing echoes in the silence of the dark room.