Should I kiss it better?
Does the sliced place hurt much?
Oh, I know what struggle this is
My sweat is the salt, allow it
I recognized (you) by your wound
It was the same weapon that shot me
I forgave while I was shot
He died more times than I did
Maybe you don't need love
A warm hand is enough
Nobody dies because of love or stuff like that...
That's what it seems like...
I am like a branch to you
You would be the bee, I would be the honey
My heart is with you
(And) before you know it, I become your lover
I recognized (you) by your attitude
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
And also your inner, your exterior
And also what is not visible