Cheng Qiang (逞強)

If I hear the truth, it will only hurt more.

I'd rather treat your lies as kindness.

In the end, it turns out this way; what do the details matter?

Planning to part ways well, perfectly disguised.

But your embrace shatters my resolve.

Unwilling to fulfill, unwilling to forgive, but my pride is too strong.

Most afraid are the looks of old lovers, like pity.

Loving too bravely; no matter how much I linger, I won't ask or force it.

I don't want to talk about those who don't love me; it sounds carefree yet sorrowful.

Always loving too bravely; how can you make me unable to forget, unable to let go?

The pain still lingers.

Wearing sunglasses to cut off the gazes.

Then putting on headphones, closely embracing the sadness.

Wandering in the crowd, not being alone at home.

The more bitter the love song, the braver it should be sung.

In the place where memories are fullest, sitting for a whole night.

Don't bury it, only then can you release, although the pain will last long.

Love won't remain; it's too easy to heal wounds.

Loving too bravely; no matter how much I linger, I won't ask or force it.

I don't want to talk about those who don't love me; it sounds carefree yet sorrowful.

Always loving too bravely; how can you make me unable to forget, unable to let go?

The pain still lingers.

Loving too bravely; no matter how much I linger, I won't ask or force it.

I don't want to talk about those who don't love me; it sounds carefree yet sorrowful.

Always loving too bravely; how can you make me unable to forget, unable to let go?

The pain still lingers.