In the weakened emotions,
Don’t try to illuminate me
Crying like a child,
I, who cannot understand you
Boring, uninteresting patterns
Only distant sympathy in affection and distance
The one thing I did wrong
Was to hold you, so small, in my wide arms
I seem to have a lot to say
Speaking with eyes full of wounds
My position looking down on you is right here
Leaving behind only good memories
You might not know,
But love is just a dream that gets hurt
