I'm not weak. I'm afraid to face my lonely life, but your presence always follows me, making my heart unsteady. How are you? When you start to talk to me, I understand that you're not happy. I'd rather give you freedom. Maybe I should keep silent, leave each other a simple reason to say goodbye. When you turn around, tears don't stop. Maybe I've learned how to be friends with loneliness. Even if I think of you, my heart still has a wound that hurts. When you start to talk to me, I understand that you're not happy. I'd rather give you freedom. Maybe I should keep silent, leave each other a simple reason to say goodbye. When you turn around, tears don't stop.
