Standing beneath the landmark of love and romance, on a beautifully crisp summer morning, I neither felt any sense of romance nor passion, not the least bit. I was not overcame by any sort of emotion. I was simply indifference.
Perhaps it was the overflowing crowd.
Perhaps I was sleepy.
Perhaps I was tired.
Perhaps I was jetlagged.
Perhaps because you weren't there with me.
Perhaps it was the overflowing crowd.
Perhaps I was sleepy.
Perhaps I was tired.
Perhaps I was jetlagged.
Perhaps because you weren't there with me.
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思念让人煎熬。
Indeed...
Can't live with it, can't live without it.
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