See, it turns out there is more to the story, more than just us.
It turns out each of the things we lived were just lies.
Was I destined to see this too?
If I'm supposed to see my beloved with others,
I'd rather prefer these eyes to go blind,
If that's the case, I hope I won't ever see again.
My love, where are your hands now?
Either take me with you, or don't go at all.
You know I can't ever live without you.
I die with the yearning of you.
Lately my nights lack sleep.
Memories stick their knives on my heart one by one.
Was this written in my fate too?
If I'm supposed to see my beloved with others,
I hope these eyes will go blind,
I hope I won't ever see again.
My love, where are your hands now?
Either take me with you, or don't go at all.
You know I can't ever live without you.
I would just die with the yearning of you.