CEO's Indulged Lover

It's cloudy and sunny, and she can't say what she really means.

Can only be cold, to stubborn, to ridicule, to face that person's tenderness.

Too afraid of injury, too lack of trust.

Maybe it's a total lack of security in the world.

So we can only retreat, doubt and protect ourselves.

However, the midnight dream back, she often faces the real self, that weak, removed the camouflage oneself.

I can't help but feel confused and regretful.

If you do it again, will everything be different Will not be so resolute, like the enemy of the same turn, never see you again!

If you were brave at the beginning, would the ending not be like this? If you were gentle at that time, would the ending not be like this?

Full of sour in her throat into a note

[do you remember the summer of memory

the evaporated scattered in the wind

the noise has been hoarse

fruitless flowers, unfinished concern

we learned a lot of words

to cover up the scars that do not touch]

the accompaniment in this song is not strong, just quietly in the back, such as crying, complaining melody.

Her voice has a strange cold, does not seem to be permeated with feelings, but it is this strange cold and affectionate words, in this space into a shackled heart of the aria.

[fruitless flowers, unfinished care

we learn many words

to cover up the scars of not touching

because I will think of you

I am afraid to face myself

my will is always swallowed by loneliness

because you always remind

the past will never pass

there is a kind of true love that is not mine

If I did not love you

I will not lose myself The touching lyrics moved the audience, and several girls wept.

And there is a huge void in her heart on the stage. She is singing and singing these affectionate words. Will that person know that she is singing for him?

She failed him so much that she had no reason to ask him back

Her voice is like petals flying all over the sky, but scattered on the ground, can not be transmitted to the person she wants to talk to

Once I remember, when they met for the first time, he reclined at the door of the studio, with a trace of ridicule and pride between his brows, which seemed to refuse people thousands of miles away.

However, when he lowered his head to play mobile games, the expression on his face was as clean and pure as a child.

In fact, at that moment, my heart is a little gentle bar.