For all these time--it has been quite a long time as we can see--I have been waiting.

I was not sure about what I have been waiting for,

until one day I realize that I am only waiting for you to leave me.

I am waiting for you to tell me that you don't love me as the way I expect.

You can't, and you won't lead me to go there.

 

I wanted to tell you that it doesn't matter.

Both of us know that it won't happen anyway.

 

I loved you, very very much.

It hurts me, a lot, a lot, a lot.

 

Love is like a disease;

the sooner you get over it, the better.