Loves you is not the game. Loves you is the sincerity

If sincere is one kind of injury,
I choose the lie;
If the lie is one kind of injury,
I elect to silence;
If the silence is one kind of injury,
I choose to leave.

If loses were bitter,
do you fear to pay,
if confuses is bitter,
will you choose finished,
if the pursue is bitter,
can you choose to be perverse,
if the separation is bitter,
who do you want to pour out to,
many matters were afterwards only then look clearly,
many matters at that time also unconsciously is pain.

Have one kind of love,
obviously is the deep love,
but do not know how to say.

Have one kind of love,
obviously want to give up,
but unable to do so.
Have one kind of love,
knew is suffering,
but can't ward off.

Why we always didn't know how to treasure the person in front of you?
Always thought one day have a time to reunion.

Have a opportunities to say "Sorry"...,
but why never thought that each time you waves your hand and say "Goodbye",
all possibly is a bids farewell,
each sigh,
all possibly is a final sigh for them in their life.