Round and round, you
Turn around and came to me
The brilliance doesn’t last like that
Probing and searching for you
Diving deep, I wandered
The brilliance no longer reaches
Drying up and welling up
Repeated tears
So tense that if touched
The expression would shatter
Hold me gently
Swiftly changing
Joys and sorrows
Always in rotation
Each one is non-fiction
If it’s something that will inevitably end
I could bring it to an end
But it keeps rolling to the next rotation
If it’s caught in an album
It becomes as distant as saying goodbye
It no longer returns to the heart
Even if warmth lingers
Sadness peeks out just a bit
That alone makes it impossible to return
Drying up and welling up
Repeated tears
It would shatter if touched
But still, I want to continue
Smiling while crying
Mixing in breathless turmoil
Joys and sorrows
Always in rotation
Each one is non-fiction
Swaying sensation
Overflowing confusion
If it’s something that will inevitably end
I could bring it to an end
But it keeps rolling to the next non-fiction
Always in rotation, non-fiction
(Round and round, you, turn around to me, no longer reaching)
Stop rotation, sensation, can’t change anymore
(Probing and searching for you, diving deep,
I can’t return, can’t change anymore)
If it’s something that will inevitably end
I could bring it to an end
For some reason, I can’t stop the rotation