After so long, I realise the contradiction in my heart. There isn’t any progress, yet distance seems to lengthen rapidly.
To be alone is sad, and to be without you is raging torment; I suffer since sober.
I try not to think, I fool myself with console. I decline my true affection, but the feeling is too strong.
I stare at the moon, it reflects the past of a lonely man; the paradise filled with her smiles, where the wind sings most beautifully.
And I wonder why true love doesn’t escape hurt.