Bitterness
Standing still on the beach,
thinking of the hurtful speech.
Wondering why he had to be cruel,
and makes the sand being washed away,
by my tears
through.....and through......
Didn't want to feel the wind of depression,
and will never give my heart to another person.
Tend to think that time could heal,
tortured .. struggled...
but still feeling ill.
why 用中文帮我翻译下谢谢了
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