even suffering has become sweet
I am enduring every day, ignoring everything
but endurance does not kill me, and I cling on to you
is it true my life
has to come to this, I can't achieve anything
I'm humbled, only because I love you too much
even forget my pride
fallen and numb, I can only believe
if I could be on my feet again, things will get better
if I don't know how to hate you, how could I leave you
also afraid I can't fly
from this minute on, from spring to autumn
give myself half a year, slowly becoming disheartened
pay the full amount owed
calmly lower the temperature I have for you
each day my heart breaks a little, during these over a hundred days
maybe it's enough for me, sending me back and forth to hell and back to earth
split up in spring, will get used to it in autumn
when bitterness fades it becomes bland
(not to mention reversing)
I'm afraid be forced together, so odd
(this half year's time following)
I only love myself, although not very used to it
after all it's limited, I'll take it as passing grade
Source
https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20101018214654AAISrkl
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