The air was filled only with breathing, while tears had already fallen to the ground and turned to mud. It seems like our paths might never cross again.
How could there be so many sorrowful things in the world? Everyone must pay the price for the mistakes they once made. Nobody would let themselves get wronged without reason; after all, neither owes you anything. Why should anyone stay committed to you after repeatedly being hurt by you? Perhaps the human heart cannot be exchanged for another.
Everyone lives in pain; it may not be crucial for others, but it is the most important thing for oneself. Why is it that what I want in life is always so unobtainable? How can I possibly reclaim the heart of the one I once loved so deeply?
