You Are Just a Passerby in My Life, I Deceive Myself Like This
I watch your life like a passerby, sadly your joys and sorrows are not for me.
You are just a fleeting visitor in my life, and I deceive myself like this.
We used to walk hand in hand on bustling streets, now only I am left to count the sorrow.
I find it hard to accept that we won't be together, I can understand it, but I'm sad.
In our youth, we all fell in love, a painful and melancholy love.
When you've endured all the hardships alone, you wouldn't want to be with anyone.
Don't make things too complicated, don't hold on too tightly, things will break, and your hands will hurt.
Others say I look so carefree, others say I should have forgotten you, but I know myself, how much I miss you.
I'd rather be a child, unwilling to see too much, hear too many lies, and live a simple life.
