I will wash your wound....
I will wrap your sore....

Maybe because of all must be left behind...
Till souls prefer to move on...
Didn't see the yard of peace in your heart at the time...

Your frail is my regrets....
Grip fingers that apart is my hesitation...
Throw away all presumptions on lies and pretend of me...
I never occurred to present it to you also...

As same as you...
I was not able to smash all your figure...
I don't want to finish a close bond ever bind...
Because in the bottom of my heart can't deny it...
That you are a sincere friend...