Zi Ran Diao Xie (自然凋謝)

On a street, two people, wanting to talk but left speechless.

The more we share our hearts, the more loneliness becomes evident.

Understanding each other's boundaries but still risking to cross them.

Is it that we are too familiar with each other or just too casual?

Watching love just naturally wither, rolling into disappointment.

Such a powerless feeling.

We wander in the old world but can't find the old passion.

Thought I understood, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Love slowly withers, like everything that once bloomed.

One matter, two people, gazing at different points.

Not arguing doesn't mean reconciliation.

Being too absolute can tear us apart; we don't want communication to be too intense.

Leave time and space, but end up feeling distant.

Watching love just naturally wither, leaving only dry memories.

How precious those few years were.

You haven't changed much, and I haven't lost my affection.

How come the loneliness keeps growing?

Love keeps withering, and the heart continuously feels empty and choked.

Flying far apart from each other allows us to realize.

Already saying goodbye, forever saying goodbye.

Ignoring warnings and crossing boundaries.

A boundary that cannot be turned back to; the pain is so intense.

Watching love just naturally wither, rolling into disappointment.

Such a powerless feeling.

We wander in the old world but can't find the old passion.

Thought I understood, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Watching love just naturally wither, leaving only dry memories.

How precious those few years were.

Once so electrifying, also once so devoted.

Getting used to secretly murdering feelings.

One side of love withers, while the other side blooms with memories.