“爱是可念不可说。”

Seeing me so distraught - don't tell me...it actually excites you?

Fortunately through the struggles, this heart of mine has been cloaked in wounds. And when your faithless blade adds to it a fresh cut, how would I fear? It's not like it'd sting me at all.

The longing still lives in the heart, and no matter how many realms separate us, it's still there, living and breathing.

Our past love was just like lying on a bridge and having a beautiful dream, waking up from which I'd tumbled and plunged into the depths*, without ever leaving a trace.

I'd rather bury the past in the wind, with my sword as the gravestone upon a burial mound of frost and snow.

I've had a lot of unrealistic dreams, and in the end it's still just me, all alone to myself.

Love is something we can brood over in silence, but can never talk about in the open.

Your familiar contours appear dappled through my watery vision as something entirely impossible to the touch.

We fought with our lives to keep what was nothing but an illusory promise...and it's consumed a huge part of our youth.

Tangled in soft silk, cuffed by shackles of jade and gold, and like snowflakes fluttering as they fall, it's beautiful, how we face death with such grace.

You entered my life, then turned around and left - but love cannot be something run by one person alone.

Every time I lift up my head for you, even my tears get to enjoy freedom.

Give me an oath to worship, for me to believe that happiness truly exists. Give me a call, so that I can open my eyes and come back to life.

You wonder how hurt he is, but playing guessing games shall not become another burden of yours.

I'd never thought that in a landslide or flood I'd be crazy enough to give up running for my life, just because you're no longer by my side.

My scars have healed and I've forgotten the pain, but I'm willing let you pry open the wounds once again.

It takes courage to love a person, but to give up is a form of courage as well.