“Words alone can never save you.” Suddenly held by that thought
The whole word is linking arms, standing in my way.
When I was a child, I told a once-in-a-lifetime lie.
The bill for it has now come due, and I can’t get out of it the way I usually do
You can hear my voice, right? I thought I already knew you could.
You always turn your back to face away from the place sadness arrives.
Don’t lean on love. Don’t speak of love.
Don’t try so hard to brandish it about.
Why do you rely on it so quickly? Why do you depend on it so?
Don’t cover one eye with something so unclear.
Though we’re inhaling the same oxygen, we can no longer let out the same breath.
If wilting is what defines a flower, then I want to burn it right, until the very end.
There are things we understand better by the grip of a hand than the exchange of words.
And so, we let go of each other’s hands… Because we love talking too much
Don’t lean on love. Don’t speak of love.
Don’t try so hard to brandish it about.
Why do you rely on it so quickly? Why do you depend on it so?
On a theorem that can’t be resolved in a whole lifetime.
You sing, in a voice louder than love. You dance, in a light fainter than dreams.
No matter how hideously that light shines.
We were chosen.
You sing, in a voice louder than love. You dance, in a light fainter than dreams.
No matter if my body, if the world stubbornly rejects me
I’ll choose tomorrow.
Depending on the characters, the title can also be read as "Many Changes" or "Late Summer"