It has always been said that it is about companionship, it is about love, but this time it suddenly changed completely.
If I were that cloud.
If I am willful and violent, if I am awkward and tangled, if I am peculiar and tossed.
Are you still willing to accompany me?
Under the circumstance that I have never reflected and never blamed myself.
If what I brought to my friend was complete hurt and torture, why should she stay by my side? Why should she endure it? Why should she try to be the best and most beautiful to make me happy?
By friendship? Years of accumulation?
It's all P!
Why? If I never understand her pain, if I never understand her helplessness, why should she be determined, why should she smile?
No amount of feelings can be squandered, overnight, not forever.
Such unequal and irrational companionship is a disservice to two people.
This time, with you, you arrogantly turned me into a willful, stubborn, crazy and biased person. In the future, who would be willing to approach me?
You are here, please don't go, if you go, I will be lonely forever.
Because apart from you, no one can tolerate my badness, and no one can understand my sorrow.
I am not lacking in love, I live in a doting environment surrounded by envious eyes.
The friends I know are also saying, MO, you are a good boy.
Even unrelated people occasionally come in to ask about the situation.
Even a certain enemy is saying, if nothing else, I don't hate her.
I say narcissistically, I never lack caring.
But this kind of me is always worrying about gains and losses, worrying about fear, always afraid that the most beautiful figure will leave my life in the next second.
If you come, please don't go.
I am that rain cloud, thunder and lightning flash when angry, violent rainy night, if you are afraid, if you want to leave
or leave, never come back.
Leave me alone, forever and ever.
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