Fang Qi De Jie Xian (放棄的界限)

There are still eight days left, I must persevere.

I still want to be consistently childish.

I look forward to finally finding the key.

There are still five days left, I must persist.

An incredibly shameless fool.

Only when the deadline arrives do I know shame.

Letting go is extremely difficult, but I must define my boundaries.

If love is obsessively wrong, then don't sustain it.

Lying in bed, already awake, hard to pretend to dream.

You also find it extremely difficult to force yourself to go out for a meal together.

This love turns out to be completely overbearing.

Seeking the brave who are wounded, there's no cure, not worthy of praise.

With two days left, inspecting again.

Refusing to reply still counts as an answer.

Still there's no conclusion to how low it can get.

With half a day left, don't climb anymore.

Why am I so persistent?

Wrongly investing time, craving for falsehood.

Letting go is extremely difficult, but I must define my boundaries.

If love is obsessively wrong, then don't sustain it.

Lying in bed, already awake, hard to pretend to dream.

You also find it extremely difficult to force yourself to go out for a meal together.

This love turns out to be completely overbearing.

Seeking the brave who are wounded, there's no cure, not worthy of praise.

For you, I can endure countless hardships regardless of morning or night.

How boldly I charged forward, yet foolishly crashed into the snow mountain.

Letting go is extremely difficult, but I must define my boundaries.

Finally crossing the boundary line, it all disperses.

Things going against the wish and still not awakening is what they call holding on.

Unyielding, it collects my troubles like this.

Desperately racking up bills for you.

This love turns out to be completely overbearing.

I'd rather spend all my courage to bear the loss; I will eventually get used to it.