Words aren't spoken
Pain piercing me inside
Is regret real?
Or is it really a way of learning?

I wish I can do more
I wish to give you more
But all I can give now is my heart
I hope you'll see that I love you too much
And it pains me to even say that
For I don't know if I am really capable of that
What is the boundary of loving and selfishness?

Someday, we'll make sense of these
For now, let us live on and be happy no matter what