2020.11.07.
Moon Sand
The words scatter with a withered sound,your words that piled up in my heart
My reason to live, as if it were sand,
is carried off by the wind, leaving only a trace
The midwinter sky covered in gray
Did it get muddled with too many colors?
Seems like someone tried to draw
on my heart, and failed
Despite every passing day,
It only grows stronger,
My [feelings] for you
I live carrying a bouquet of grief and hatred
in my chest
The fragments of your words, turn into sand
Even if I try to collect them
they only slip from my hands
I'm the only one getting hurt
Only one crying
I'm the only one
that still has feelings for you
Was there a little bit of truth to your words?
I can't help but doubt everything
I wanted to get to know the real you, but
I think I didn't want to learn that now
Like a warm moon
I wanted to protect you
I wonder if my feelings for you
were just a burden in the end
I live carrying a bouquet of grief and hatred
in my chest
The fragments of your words, turn into sand
Even if I try to collect them
they only slip from my hands
It's irritating, but
My tears remain, I yearn for you
The words scatter with a withered sound,
your words that piled up in my heart