Inside the curtains, I cried bitterly
In a past farther than the moon
Even now, my heart is torn apart
I write a letter that I can’t send
Like an old painting
The watercolor memories, I can’t erase
On the balance of “I want to forgive” and “I can’t forgive”
We live our lives
In a crowd like a desert, the inferiority of an unnamed name
A pasted-on smile, a mimicked illusion
Still, is it okay to be here?
Even if there’s a past I can’t talk about
It’s better than an unseen future
Beyond the promises we exchanged, may they reach us
Wanting to turn distorted seasons into bouquets
Gathering joy like baby’s breath, let’s laugh
To the familiar scenery and hopes held too tightly
Oh, hazy melody, please don’t disappear
Surrendering to the sound of the clock, even in the piled-up days
The air whispers that the pain is unhealable, unerasable
With jagged sympathy still in my fingertips
Competing with extended nails
Just a proof of a hollow structure
Still, I have to be here…
Even if there are wounds that won’t fade
Don’t think I have to say it
In the mud of nameless things, so I won’t forget
Wanting to dye the distorted vision with a bouquet
The fleeting joy disappeared like the wind
The ideals I let go of and the compromises I wear
“You’re still human,” you said with a smile
Petals wet with night dew
Gathering moonlight, shining
Gathering the fragile light into a bundle
Celebrating you over and over again
Wanting to turn distorted seasons into bouquets
Gathering joy like baby’s breath, let’s laugh
To the familiar scenery and hopes held too tightly
Oh, hazy melody, please don’t disappear