[作者 🌸Wine loves flowers 🌸酒愛花✨] [My link URL:https://reurl.cc/VMmZ5A] The architecture of the glass craft, Left behind countless etchings, countless scars. It feels like... my urban heart... Is deeply lost and drowning in your sway. Don't leave upon my chest, The trace of your past entry into my soul— The urban glass rain, Veiling and obscuring the truth of my heart— And these relentless scars keep pulling me, An unstoppable, silent, desperate cry! Countless raindrops fall upon, This shattered glass curtain wall— Night lodging in the concrete jungle's hold, Yet, you never smiled at me that way— Was there ever love between us? Or are we merely... like the city's glass façade— How easily we break, how easily we shatter. It feels like... my urban heart... Means nothing at all in your eyes! The dazzling brilliance of the glasswork, Was nothing but a fleeting, brief moment— Don't leave upon my chest, The trace of your past entry into my soul— Let this cold glass rain now wash away, The long-veiled layers covering my inner truth— I ask you: Was there ever love between us? I can only answer: It's gone now, it's vanished! Night lodging in the concrete jungle's hold, Yet, you never smiled at me that way— Was there ever love between us? Or are we merely... like the city's glass façade— How easily we break, how easily we shatter. It feels like... my urban heart... Means nothing at all in your eyes! That shattered urban glass curtain wall, Is just like something that can never be glued back together— Only... a single, icy temperature remains.... Wandering between us, separated by the night and a thousand miles— The urban glass rain... Means nothing at all...