blurs my face, I hold my
breath, afraid of losing
the soft corner, and quietly live in a red-eyed demon,
fading ,
shouting, restless, and
afraid of being abandoned
, so I hold on to the corner of your clothes
, desperately wanting
to
burn, and already swaying Am
I crazy , I
still love it too much, I can't
see it clearly
, or why is it that I've tried all the torture I want
, but I'm still in tears
, the devil is roaring manialy, and
the tangled heart is about to burst,
facing you with
sincerity and fear , I
can't see you
hysterically ,
I think I 'm really crazy I think I really just love
you too much and
can't let you go
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