mood for a chinese song

Not looking for a chance to turn back the clock,

because after a while, time numbs the wounds,

for until today I still blame myself for everything that has evolved

we have both moved on,

me with my life and yours  a new phase.

Not that they actually lurk anymore,

in fact I think it's gone;

but it stays etched as a pure fact that promises may be broken

The pain does not come from the snapping of the ropes,

but of the sheer fact that it can, actually be broken.