If we can only encounter each other rather than stay with each other, then I wish we had never encountered.

Warmness is luxury—which is reflected by deep cold and hurt.

In this world, there is no accident, but some certainty that pretends to be accident.

Love is a carefully designed lie.

Fading is true while flowering is past.

A we missed the time, France.

Don't fear you forsake, just afraid of losing you.

You hold hands is agreed. Said.

No one loves you like me. No one.

I want to cry, but my pride told me not to.

Sometimes, the same thing, we can go to the comfort of others, but failed to convince yourself.

I want someone who's afraid of losing me.

First I need your hand ,then forever can begin.