The priest's mood is similar to that of the song.
That afternoon, I stood at the door of your house, and you bit your lip and said breakup. My retention and tears are useless. Maybe I should have cried for you. I have never understood enough of your accommodation. I thought that love was so strong that there was no need for reason. My heart began to tremble, and I understood your discomfort, but your expression remained cold. It's all my fault. Is there any use in admitting it now? You said you no longer love me. I took you to recall the time when I was happy. You just advised me not to think about it anymore. It's all my fault. Is there any use in admitting it now? You said you like a quiet life. You took me to recall the torture of loving each other and told me not to admit my mistake again. . .
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Breaking up is not sad; what is sad is that you only realize after the breakup that you had been cheated on for half a year.
I don't know how to play it. I think songs suitable for the priest are 'Heartbroken Pacific' as well. They sound good, although they're a bit old.
"If Back Then" Why were you kind to me back then, and why have you become indifferent now? I know love is hard to stop when it leaves; it's not mine anyway, and I shouldn't want it. You and I once shared common interests; in everyone's ear, there's always a line of poetry lingering. The two of us conversing in classical Chinese was really funny, even laughing at Cao Cao coveting Xiao Qiao. The sky turned gray, the rain fell, and vision began to blur. At this moment, I felt your importance. Love left, the heart left, you said you were leaving. I sing the last ancient ballad for you. Heavy red rain brings memories surfacing unexpectedly. Your beautiful eyes, like back then, dwell in my heart. At the ferry, our final meeting cast a full stop. If only we were as we met initially, why feel sorrow in parting? You and I once shared common interests; in everyone's ear, there's always a line of poetry lingering. The two of us conversing in classical Chinese was really funny, even laughing at Cao Cao coveting Xiao Qiao. The sky turned gray, the rain fell, and vision began to blur. At this moment, I felt your importance. Love left, the heart left, you said you were leaving. I sing the last ancient ballad for you. Heavy red rain brings memories surfacing unexpectedly. Your beautiful eyes, like back then, dwell in my heart. At the ferry, our final meeting cast a full stop. If only we were as we met initially, why feel sorrow in parting? Heavy red rain brings memories surfacing unexpectedly. Your beautiful eyes, like back then, dwell in my heart. At the ferry, our final meeting cast a full stop. If only we were as we met initially, why feel sorrow in parting? Heavy red rain brings memories surfacing unexpectedly. Your beautiful eyes, like back then, dwell in my heart. At the ferry, our final meeting cast a full stop. If only we were as we met initially, why feel sorrow in parting?
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