"One song said, "itâs not love if it hurts too much." If that song is right, then what Iâm doing right now is probably not love. But even so, I still have hopes like an idiot. We were together for a long time, but she never once looked at me as a man. Sheâs like the west sea: she gets close and far away from me, and even though she becomes closer to me again, I canât have her. One minute, weâre friends, then nothing, and then friends again: only friends. She was never once my woman, I felt that this time would be different. When she called me for the first time in a month, the moment I saw her name on my cellphone screen, I felt this unexplainable feeling. âItâs different this time.â A hope that it would be different this time."
[other <is it love for us too?>Â audio translations]














