: Love in this world is nothing but a dream. Last night was tender

: Love in this world is nothing but a dream. Last night was tender. We met in an unsuitable way. I want to forget but I can't bear to give up. I am most afraid of falling in love with someone as cold and gentle as you. In this world, who will come close to me after I get drunk? A cold and desolate heart. A directionless cloud. I am most afraid of having such a vague feeling. To whom have all the lovers given their souls? Why are their eyes always covered with dust? How many times have I carefully told myself not to fall into the cycle of infatuation. Lovers always let themselves be drunken by sorrow. Why are they not so free and easy? How much love, grievances and complaints have been exchanged for tears that will never be calmed in this life. Lovers always let themselves be drunken by sorrow. Why are they not so free and easy? How much love, grievances and complaints have been exchanged for tears that will never be calmed in this life.