Category: Mayday

If letting you go is good for you, I do.

I walk in the breeze. The sunshine today is so soft…
The sky, the ground, their tenderness, feels like the same as you hugged me.
But then I suddenly realize your change.
From now on, every lonely day… how could I survive the cold nights?

The skyline, the one standing besides you
are not in your eyes.
What is actually hidden in your eyes? That I could never understand.
But that’s fine… Your world is yours.
I would not disturb. This is my tenderness.

I don’t know. I don’t understand. I don’t need.
But why my heart wants to get closer, but stays alone until dawn.

I don’t know. I don’t understand. I don’t need.
But why my heart recalls the beauty of our love that now rests in loneliness…
I decided to give you my best love.

I didn’t realize. I didn’t really want to, but I now arrived at the same entry of that narrow street.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t smile, because I knew it was a dream.
No sign, no reason that you have said so.
But if you have really said so, I will let you go.

This is my tenderness. This is my tenderness
to let you go.

I’m so afraid of quietness.
I’m so afraid of greetings from my friends.
I’m so afraid of those painful memories coming like tides that do not stop.
I’m so afraid of hearing your news.

If my thought of you could speak, I wish it doesn’t sound like a sad weeping.
Now I finally own my own self, but still my tears betray myself.

Suddenly, I think of you. Where are you now?
Are you living happily, or in sorrow?
Suddenly, I think of you.
Suddenly, memories stab me. Suddenly, my eyes are full of tears.

We were the most beautiful song, that has become two sad movies.
Why did you take me to the most unforgettable trip, but then leave me the most hurtful souvenir?

We were so sweet, so lovely, so trustful.
We passionately loved each other.
But why do we still run to our own destiny separately and grow old in regret?

Suddenly, I think of you. Where are you now?
Are you living happily, or in sorrow?
Suddenly, I think of you.
Suddenly, memories stab me. Suddenly, my eyes are full of tears.

I’m so afraid of quietness.
I’m so afraid of greetings from my friends.
I’m so afraid of those painful memories coming like tides that do not stop.
I’m so afraid of hearing your news…