Why?
It’s too cruel, the separation.
Is it wrong to blame this place that gives nothing, but would willingly suckle us dry?
It’s too, too cruel.
Despair then, for everything seems to be nothing by endless cycles of partings and reunions and farewells and rendezvouses and goodbyes.
为 什 么 我 们 不 能 在 同 一 个 地 方 ， 过 自 己 想 过 的 生 活 ？
