Wait, let me choose to be strangers to you

How could there be so many well-articulated relationships, in the ignorant ignorance, who is right and who is wrong.I don't promise easily because we all know that at that time, I really can't afford to promise.Where is love?In hesitation, in that aimless waiting, in that mutual guessing and easy giving up.Who is the most sincere, who hurts the most?Everything, how to start, so as not to be so sad in the future...