I don't know what to say

Sometimes it feels strange

It’s already very far away

Maybe it’s getting farther

Everything is no longer important

If you can't think clearly, just let it go

One's own way is always his own

Fate is not clear

Come and go like wind

Not willing to say more is also a kind of growth

It is better not to speak than to speak

Life is so fickle

The future is even more unpredictable

Some people say silence is golden

Live too understand will be too speechless

There will be a little change every day

I just don't want to tell you anymore