Go to Paris!
The automatic breaking system that comes into play when the old lover misses a lot and wants to send a message is called pride.
And I really don’t want to be worthwhile in someone else’s heart. Maybe that’s where I don’t look best. Put me to sleep on your breasts, maybe then I’ll grow up. I can go somewhere further away from you, but I cannot go where you are not. Maybe the world is not just Paris… Maybe everywhere is different, everywhere is different, but people carry it with joy… For example, you can go as far as you want but you cannot escape, running away is nothing but self. How can one escape when one is in the same place? And can a heart clear the word “take care”? Think a little, then love me again. And you go again, I’m used to it.
