I never met someone who I could fall in love with – abandoned, it was what I said, trying to fool the *****.
Crazy is the foreigner's heart who I allow myself to fall in love with, even if I've already been born with dead heart – peaceful, it was what she said, trying not to delude me.
Hollow is the lady's heart who pretended to love without being loving – convinced, it was what I said, trying to forget her.
I never met you sentimentally, because in life, we have to go and find the best of each day which fills empty of our hearts, otherwise, we will die unhappy – charmed, it was what she said.
II / Consideration
I died with what people appreciate a lot, and gradually I realize how irrelevant my despair was.
Gratitude is maybe what I must feel... although there's a bigger feeling.
III / Promise*
I'll walk through lonely streets, trying to forget what I felt while I expect infinity of my heart finish and change to better.