I don't know
. I only know. The one I love is not necessarily by my side.
I want to leave, but I can't leave.
I want to stay
, but I find that you have left. －－－－－－－－－－When I moved, I packed up some sundries, thinking that I left a relationship, and I cleaned up myself, and it would still pass, and it was not the first time, it didn’t matter. They said, if we are separated because we have no fate, then why should we hold back for these unfateful things. So I plan my life with peace of mind. I had a lot of things to pack when I moved. I turned on the music and cleaned slowly. I didn’t expect to arrive at random. That song he recorded, I liked this song very much, because the lyrics were so well written. At a certain moment , I suddenly got up and started to record songs. Although I am insufferable, I was enjoying myself. I remembered how he taught me how to record, how to tune, and how to export the scenes, and those moments of playing, I was really happy. After he asked me for the accompaniment, he recorded this song. After I listened to my own song, I deleted all the songs and kept his. In fact, he would sing out of tune, and the rhythm could not be grasped, but I still repeated it all night after hearing this song at the time. Up to now, I remembered the rhythm, a familiar voice drifted past my ears, and there was nothing to say, I was instantly frozen, I felt that I didn’t want to do anything, just wanted to listen, I really wanted to say, I couldn’t bear it, You told me that you have a new lover, and I had to put away all my sadness and hide my feelings without looking back. I know that once you open your mouth, I won't have a chance to defend myself. Maybe what I can do is , With my last bit of dignity, when we leave and break up, it is the moment when you and I are free. Our memories can move me every time, but memories are like movies, and movies always have an end. I have your imprint on me, how could you make me not care.
My eyes are red from crying, you have never seen it, I think I will get better soon, but such a song, appearing again, really makes me miss it, but such a song, I really want to pretend to listen I don't see it, but I didn't press the stop button. How much of our story is in this song. How can I just press the stop button?
You tell me every time, let me be good, but I'm good, so what, what can I do now except to miss the beautiful but unreal scene around you? Good, good, good, I can't do anything but good, right? So good that you told me that you wanted to leave, I didn't protest a word, I didn't even want to ask why, I didn't want to see you forcefully squeeze out, "We're not suitable".
The song ends soon, and people can end the show to commemorate that day full of courage.
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