I am playing songs reminding me of you
I can't help but feel blue
How do I move when my heart is not fine
How do I forget when it's you I can only think about

It's 2 am and I am thinking of you
I can just wish that you're thinking of me too.

Dancing with you is, I don’t know… hmmm a dreamy nightmare?
I’ve waited for your goodbye, I’ve wished for your good night…
Is it a selfish “please” before I close my eyes?

You… How do I say this?
You were the u in my universe,
The only art on my Earth…
The only known in the infinite nothingness of the galaxies…

It is a love letter I can never give you
It is about love I can never tell you

Withered leaves and hopes lost…
An intensified longing of budding unreal shoot.
You are those conceived ideas consuming my thoughts
You are living for personifications and by metaphors

How do I choose between my tears and your smile
How do I choose between our friendship and  my broken heart

The best message comes from you
But the worst part is, it makes me fall for you

And just with that, my tears fell and watered the barren abyss of longing and disappointment…
The deserted plain of empty heart, the broken heart of wrong assumptions.
The window of the car can’t be moved, in the same way that my world froze when I realized your hoax and fraud.
How can you made me believe in your interest, how can you make me believe that it matters?
How can you give me a world of dreams if you’re just going to turn it into nightmare?

You thought that everything is different
Maybe your feelings for him are different?
But why is that you’re still tearful seeing his picture
Why is it so hard to feel the pain go back and you’re hurt more than ever
For so many reasons, the feelings can’t be taken all in one second
Because the pain lasts far more than a decade.

I want to write the perfect song for you
But forgive me if it’s something that I can’t do.

This is a story I didn’t mean to write
This is a group of words which I’m not even certain if concise.
Majority of my thoughts are overthinking
but a large part defines my what ifs.
It is your pain and sadness that keeps me awake
It is your tears unknown to me that makes me weak.
Maybe I am so used to darkness that I see you as the light always.
Talking to you is not something I want to be a habit
Mainly because you are someone I will always miss.
Why do you have to be so sweet and make me care for my health,
Just meeting you makes it fine to meet my end.
Here is the thing, you are fond of wheats,
Care to explain about its calories?
I am wondering what I lost in meeting you
Because you said that in attaining something,
you must give up another of equal value.

Meeting you was not special.
Seeing you for the first time was normal.
However, no matter how usual everything was,
knowing you is beyond everything I could ask.
I stopped describing the moment I realized how complex you are.
You are anything but simple. I could never fully grasp who you really are.