hearing the sound of them breaking...
strangely fragile...
Sometimes I find happiness too fragile
Afraid that traveling wind would sweep away your love
Fear that the sun would change your heart
Worry that rain drops would blur your eyes
There is a very strange feeling
Then we quietly pass by each other
Instead of forward, we cautiously step aside
Simply, the days have passed already
Just wish that peace every afternoon would come again..
I'm, in fact, alone.
But loneliness does not come from there.
It comes from
something deeper...
The coldness
is just an outer shell
to conceal
a vulnerable heart...
If you want to cry,
just cry,
as I was crying.
Cry to realize that you have not lost your emotions.
And this thunderstorm keeps waking me up...
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