The beginning was so very hard
So dreadful that it cannot be comprehended..
But as you come to accept it..
now it's just so sad.
It's just like that, it's all becoming scattered. What point is there in hanging onto it?
You just become more hurt.
But the fact that it's all disappearing like this.. it really seems like there's a meaning to it.
I cried and cried again, yes.
But as I stayed like that
I truly wondered what the hell is with me.
But.. It's just like that, it's all becoming scattered. What point is there in hanging onto it?
You just become more hurt.
But the fact that it's all disappearing, again it really seems like there is a meaning to it.
Sometimes I wonder
am I inside the same memory?
because your time just stopped?
How is the separation? Is it endurable?
Was the pain a lesser amount than what you prepared for?
How is love? Can you go through it again?
Actually I'm just.. afraid now.
This is all that I can say. This is all that I can say.
By myself I reflect on the words that I send you.
This is all that I can say. This is all that I can say.
The words I send to you- that will not reach you.
This is all that I can say.
This is all that I can say.