That loneliness
Inside her shallow heart
Felt like a deep one
Almost empty, but left open.

I always admired her
Looked up to her flaws
Everything about her feels nostalgic
But there's this one feeling.

Her eyes are lively enough not to notice
Her smiles are even wider than you'd feel
Her face doesn't show that gloominess
That's exactly nobody knows.

Whenever I dig deeper knowing her
Even the darkness inside her
All those imperfections
Guilt, impurity, mortification

Her eyes are so full of life
But inside, it's like an empty vessel
Her heart, is a heart that keeps on loving
But in reality, it's a heart that is always hurting.