The ending of the story, bittersweet. To see my heart with a tinge of sadness, is just to plough, reed. Throw away the happy moments, exuberant feelings to the bin; leave only with you, a trace of melancholy, iced with peppermint. Why see my heart, the lonely, dying one? Cos one day, you might be a replica, so dear, enjoy the fruits of young.
No complains, just relax. Be happy, don't worry. Bittersweetness, in you and me , will last long as fire do fiery.
A life long time maybe? Bittersweet, bittersweet...