In the beginning it was excruciating. I couldn't accept so it pained me.
But now having accepted, now that is what's so d*** sad.
But, it's like that. When it dissipates, what does it mean to grasp at it.
Only my heart would ache.
But, I do wonder what it means to be lived on like this.
In the beginning I blamed much. I did do crying a lot too.
But after being like that, I thought 'what is this?'
Truth be told, it's like that. When it dissipates, what does it meant to hold onto it.
Only my heart would ache more.
But, I do wonder what it means to be lived on like this.
Sometimes, as if to standstill in the same memory,
As if your time has also stopped, from time to time.
How is the farewell? Is it doable?
Is the pain less as much as you have prepared?
How is the love? Can you do it again?
Truth be told, for me it's like that. For me, I'm just scared.
This is all that I can say.
I murmur to myself, the words that let you go.
The words that won't reach you, the words that I let you go.
But now having accepted, now that is what's so d*** sad.
But, it's like that. When it dissipates, what does it mean to grasp at it.
Only my heart would ache.
But, I do wonder what it means to be lived on like this.
In the beginning I blamed much. I did do crying a lot too.
But after being like that, I thought 'what is this?'
Truth be told, it's like that. When it dissipates, what does it meant to hold onto it.
Only my heart would ache more.
But, I do wonder what it means to be lived on like this.
Sometimes, as if to standstill in the same memory,
As if your time has also stopped, from time to time.
How is the farewell? Is it doable?
Is the pain less as much as you have prepared?
How is the love? Can you do it again?
Truth be told, for me it's like that. For me, I'm just scared.
This is all that I can say.
I murmur to myself, the words that let you go.
The words that won't reach you, the words that I let you go.