What would we be if things were not the way they are?
Sometimes I fall asleep without meaning to,
yet even when I close my eyes, you are still there.

I am here. I miss you deeply.
I have been waiting for so long.
I cannot chase you anymore,
so I stand still, right where I am.
Even as time passes, the memory of your scent remains unchanged.

I buried my memories of you deep inside,
But somehow, without realizing it, you bring them back to the surface.

I pretend that I’m fine,
yet I’m afraid my fragile feelings will be exposed.
I hide my trembling eyes every time I see you.
You are still the same
And yet your face feels strangely unfamiliar.

Now I tell myself I hate you,
because it feels like the only choice I have.
But you return after everything has already changed.
I am disappointed by a hope I built on my own,
and suddenly, nothing feels right anymore.

Simple things stop making sense
once I realize I placed my hope in the wrong place.
There is something broken in what we feel,
and I don’t even know where it began to fall apart.
All I know is that feelings are fragile
once we start falling.

You will never know what I truly feel,
how deep this pain goes,
Or why I am so disappointed.

Now everything is uncertain
whether things will turn better or worse,
because everything has changed,
And nothing is the same anymore.

There are so many days when I feel completely alone.
I know everything feels unfamiliar now,
but I have grown used to this darkness.

If I can no longer see what tomorrow holds,
One thing keeps me going:
the thought that somewhere ahead,
Many good things are still waiting for me.