“Where is the heart truly?
It would have been better if it were all an illusion.
Then, even the pain I’ve felt
Could be dismissed as a misunderstanding, right?
Even though I forget joy and warmth,
Only failures and pain remain.
I want to believe forever
In the gentle words you gave me.
The empty space in my heart’s shape
Always remains unfilled, crying.
Yet, we come together, speaking words,
Wishing to warm
Your now cold hands.
What should I call this feeling?
Every time I see someone smile,
I realize I can’t smile well.
I’m bad at “fun” and “happiness”
Because losing them only brings sadness.
I’m not strong enough to live alone,
But I’m scared to touch and stand still.
Your gaze and gestures, those feelings,
I want to truly understand and accept.
The empty space in my heart’s shape
Always remains unfilled, crying.
Yet, we hurt each other in vain,
Hoping our eyes, frightened at night,
Will find peace in the morning sun.
What should I call this feeling?
We can’t touch each other well,
But that doesn’t matter.
After hurting each other so much,
If we could finally understand each other’s shapes
And become kinder, that would be nice.
Every time I see your smile,
It’s so bright it hurts my chest.
Please answer with the words that fill this blank:
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The empty space in my heart’s shape
Always remains unfilled, crying.
Yet, we come together, speaking words.
Though it’s always invisible and untouchable,
I feel like it’s there.
Please, give a name to this feeling.”