－ 给我对你的怀念而写，从中希望能够给予自己些不曾存在的安慰 －
Maybe, just restlessly
On that accidental moment
I found from you
that taste of the “perfect self”
Is it that’s what it had been called as “love”?
Actually I’m didn’t really understood myself
to get close to you with all my might
Hoping that I’m able to grasp something
Hoping that from you point of view
(I’m) able to see some different colours
the world was never perfect
From the day we separated
your smile in the past never fades away
But I seemed to remembered
that pain that seemed unable to be expressed
Was my senses mistaken?
Or that you are also finding that “perfect” of yours?
Is it time for me to give up?
Is it time for me to losing hope?
Actually I’m still hesitantly moving round in circles
After all I never knew
the mutual agreement between two persons
Maybe… I really don’t know at all…
Maybe… what I “loved” wasn’t “you” at all…
- Written for my yearning towards you, hoping to be able to give myself an nonexistent consolation in the process -