You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long。
你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话。而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了。
The heart will break, but broken live on.
The poet’s voice is the voice of the outsider looking in.
The only thing I can rely on is my own perception and that is always changing.