If I pursued thee...
Could have I become us?
The cheerful singing in the wind
past these barren ears with lies.

If back then, *I pursued thee...
Could have all the love songs be
about the love we shared?
I to you and you be mine.

If I pursued thee...
Could have this monotonous life,
be a duet of blissful melody
that is sung by a J and a V?

If I pursued thee...
Could all the perfect moments be,
the present I live in;
not just some  d  i  s t a  n  t  memory?

If I pursued thee...
Have I not let you flee,
would you be here with me?
This poem remaining a fragment of possibility?

you are the book I will never understand
even in my own language--
the points in your thoughts are the score I can't earn
my heart belongs to you
alone, inside a room in a mansion
full of doors with no keys,
no exception

you are the song I will never learn to play
even if I practice from night to day--
classical, magical,
as long as I'm breathing,
loving you is crucial

you are the game I will never finish
even if I use cheat, fair
isn't it, I've been losing sleep--
addicting, all I need is you and I, drifting
between the stars that we both underneath waiting

you are the question I will never have the answer
a secret code with no clue
I've said it before, and I'll say it again,
I'm still in love with you