Half a Life's Smoke
It's been almost half a year since we've been together, and it's flown by. You'd often go hungry and sleepless, secretly crying for me. In the end, my tears seemed worthless to you.
I sacrificed all my social life to be with you, I gave you too much. But why did you still leave me in the end?
Looking back at this period of time together, I honestly ask myself, have I disappointed you? But why do you still want to leave me? All these repeated hurts and endurance, is this what you wanted to see?
You always say I don't pay attention to details, but you always demand too much. Although the demands aren't high, it's truly beyond my ability as a twenty-year-old. Yet, you're still not satisfied, is it that I'm not good enough?
In the past half a year, we've experienced joy, sorrow, happiness, and difficulty. We've gone through everything for you, and I've sacrificed everything. But now you're still leaving, leaving me alone.
Love is about giving, and the more you give, the more you lose. I wish I could go back to the beginning, when no one loved anyone.
Perhaps your leaving is a reflection of my own shortcomings. I thank you for teaching me many things. Every encounter is not random, every departure isn't sudden, but I can't accept it.
I'm so frustrated and unwilling to accept this. You're the one I've given everything to, the one I've invested everything in for just a smile. But in the end, I'm left alone. Only bills and tomorrow's uncertainties remain.
About our dead love.
