Was it mere coincidence?
Or it's just my ignorance.
Was it an illusion?
A part of my delusions?
Was I lost in the middle of the sea?
Or you just set me free?
You seem overjoyed,
Yet I'm so annoyed.
Is this selfishness?
Or I just can't endure the loneliness.
Both serves true, I guess?
There nothing more I can suggest.
This thing I'm holding to,
Had been rusting in these hands of two.
I wonder till when I'll be able to,
Hold it like this and not let it go.
Unfathomably, inevitably all will turn to dust.
It's like this, everything won't last.
Bidding goodbye is such pain.
That drops continuously like the rain.
The storm will come,
It'll be the day.
I'll be gone.
I'll be gone - forever.