Suddenly found standing for a long time, I don’t know where to go.
I don’t want to go home, I will be more lonely when I stay with more people.
Many topics are about me, even I have heard it.
My happiness is to be recognized, but no one complains.
Night heart, peeling off onions
Take out what is left in defense
Why do you want more when you are vulnerable?
If you also heard that I have thought about me.
Like ordinary old friends or you still feel bad about me
A lot of words want to tell you that a heart is hanging.
How to load, reluctant and helpless
If you also heard that you will believe me
The rumors will be attached or you know me or me.
I stumbled and understood many people who know me.
I think you think of me, my chest is still warm.
Many topics are about me, even I have heard it.
I think I would rather be silent, but it seems to be artificial.
If you think of me, what do you think of?