Yesterday, when I asked you about me,
You didn't turn your back and just said "I'm so busy could you give me sometime for myself"
I looked at your back for a long time till the night came and the tears fell onto the floor from my orbits.
I went into my room with a heart full of sadness.
I told myself again and again that you just really busy and always a busy heart can affect his words whether he said to his favorite.
But the situation wasn't changing as the time went.
Every morning was a awful beginning of a day even my life.
Maybe it was too late to beg you to stay around me.
What was the best way to end a story,even if I still loved you.
Have we lost our minds in the crowds of the dissipated city?
Today you sleep without "goodnight".
Though long after me died, there also is no one who will miss me.
I wrote your name down the school desks,the blackboards, the papers,the air,the mirrors,my face,my eyes,and all the places where could be written.
I suddenly realized the truth .
You had never loved me.