When I thought time was slow,  
I recall every single moment.  
Maybe my mind doesn’t know,  
But my wounded heart has to feel it.  

This sorrow I feel,  
The unfairness I’ve been through—  
I started taking things softly,  
Now even the gentlest blow of wind can hurt me too.  

My eyes no longer shed tears,  
Maybe they’ve lost their way.  
Maybe they took a wrong turn  
And made it through my chest.  
Now I understand why my heart feels so heavy—  
It carries a weight of sadness,  
My inner pain remain unseen