“This feeling is not love,” I don’t want to admit that I have a strong one-sided love
I look through the viewfinder as an excuse to stare at you, thinking “Let’s just make this a memory”
I blur my thoughts through the lens
The reason I cropped the edge of the 16:9
Was because I couldn’t erase my selfish expectations
I’m sure the innocent smile on the photo I teasingly took
Was for the other guy
A pretentious story, footsteps that disappeared
I know that can’t reach or grasp it
I understand but I can’t help it
I fake me
The rain soaking my shoulders shows me that one-side love is fading, but I don’t want to notice it
The distance is getting closer, soon I will not be able to see anything; I can’t even focus anymore
My thoughts are blurred through the lens
You know, I’m sure that
I still can’t stop overthinking about that day
Even if I photograph the blank city,
Don’t be distracted, look, my heart just floats away
I fake me
“This feeling is not love,” I don’t want to admit that I have a strong one-sided love
I look through the viewfinder as an excuse to stare at you, thinking “Let’s just make this a memory”
Blur this thought through the lens, only one thing burns my mind
As the end of resignation, I want it to still remain even though it’s fading away
When I go back through my camera roll,
That picture still stops my fingers
The faint flare of the photo reminds me that the event was a mirage
Still, I can’t forget that twilight