There is a castle which belongs to you
Don't make the thing which injure me, please while loving me, does what you did arrive?
As you know, I am able to think of, you know too, I can not bear. And you, why know obviously that will do so to injure to me? Heart, if can only another second-class.
One kind loves, like deeply obviously, but can not say;
One kind loves, want to give up obviously, but can't give up;
One kind loves, know perfectly well it is the suffering, but can not avoid;
One kind loves, know perfectly well without the way, but the heart can not already been got back.
We are in love, this has no one that need to be queried, but it can't be together but we have many reasons. Reality is very cruel, such an emotion is destined to be two pieces of parallel not crossing, it can only be that one kind place oneself above emotion of different class between the love and friendship.
We can only be persons in two world. As the love goes to this step, the torment cruel to be realistic that all of us can not escape.
We, do not want to continue but near each other, also draw close in the network. I know, we can not forget each other, just never express.
Have no you, feel my world is gray, but after you enter the sight like me, but the whole world wants to colour equally pleasantly, only you, could provoke that emotion constrained of the bottom of heart of mine, could let my lonely heart comfort.
Though I never express to you. Do you know? On my bottom of heart, there is a castle which belongs to you, that is your own's, only belong to you. . .
speech Care it whose I am will meticulous, accompany by it, until this life next life. We, there is the world belonged to beyond us, I never enter into you, because I know, it will be a kind of injury to enter to you, will only injure me too, when we are together, I am meticulous, that one not daring to involve you is private and dense, I am afraid, am afraid we can not bear each other, you will say, I never speak with you. Want to say, in fact too many words have already been released in all of an instant that I saw you, just you must go to understand diligently, I know, you understand me too, I have been firmly believing all the time. And you, the one that never enter me is just tonight. . .
Perhaps the anaesthesia of alcohol makes you out of hand, however, I have not expected you will be that such a result reciprocates me, I, there are languages, can only be cardialgia!
Some words, suitable and rotten in the heart, a bit painful, the suitable and silent one is forgotten. At night, already very deep, I know you will not come, but I am like waiting for your appearance of wait like the miracle yet. The miracle is really out of reach just like that!
The fatherless swan that I drifted in the human society, just floats to swing with the step of the wind. And you, being destined is that a string of only white sails in sea of my heart, tide bulge and fall one of the attentive sea, I keep the appearance which looks at you lonelily. I use one's own pale characters, tell the words of burying the bottom of heart deeply. Outside the window, bright stars, if I gaze at your eyes, from it to ground!
