我站在寒风呼啸的左岸，看着右岸的你和她，春暖花开。What you have done to me, never change not to come to you to my hurt.你对我的付出，永远也换不来你对我的伤害。Lack the tune of lyrics, ultimately not perfect.缺少了曲调的歌词，终究不完美。Pain, like a piece of transparent small silk thread, slowly, slowly tighten, then suffocated.痛苦，就像一根透明的小丝线，慢慢的，慢慢的勒紧，然后窒息。