Những đứa con bị bỏ lại phía sau mờ dần vào làn sương trắng. Ngày một xa dần. Xa dần. Đến một lúc nào đấy, chúng dừng lại, không còn cố gắng tìm đường về nữa…
You’re always mine, in my eyes.
You’re my light, when the night comes.
I remember the day, that you said that you’re mine.
And I thought it was right, but turned out I was so blinded.
I realized that they
will eventually realize
that they don’t need me.
Do you have the time to look back
and see what we’ve been through?
I don’t think we can move on
without the loses.
Even if we’re not together
and our stories are over,
you still mean
a lot to me.
We are free now, physically.
But my mind’s up on the ceiling,
There have been many times I woke up with stress and depression. But I woke up. There have been many times I wished I could have gone for goods. Then I was overwhelmed with morality lessons. Almost nobody cares about my problem, yet they care about my presence and bound that presence to the Earth just for that sole reason.
Been alone in love.
Been surrounded by clashes.
Been attorned to new cracks.
Been survived with little hope.