安静了，朱卡丝的世界

There’s only the violin left to stand here with me,

The marriage between us that I’ve always dreamt of..

Has become the tune of someone walking down the aisle alone..

In this tug-of-war of love, to love me or to love you..

You chose yourself..

Poutingly, Cutely, Girlishly, Loving to cry,

All the photos contains the memories that you like..

Till today I’m still at the starting point, but you have already walked back into your memories..

You said I loved you too much, so much so that it’s drowning you,

You’re scared that happiness will ebb after only a second..

Breaking up is a form of relief; it allows you to think through carefully,

Can you give me that life that I want?

You said I gave you too much, that you couldn’t give me anything..

Can’t tell between fervor, promises, eternity or temptation..

Love is like a wound,

Let’s endure the pain ourselves..

What is my final act of gentleness..

Is it because I love you too much?

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