Your reply is still reverberating chaotic, at this point of time
When I thought of the white doves beside the fountain, the sweetness is still scattered
My feelings are inexplicably dragging on, I realized that you still mean a lot to me
And yet you continue singing this song, pretending that everything is alright
Time has passed and walked away, and there's a choice to be made when it comes to love
You're becoming apathetic and tired, I cried
You wrote a card describing the unhappiness when you left
Sometimes when love reaches this point, it really hurts
What happened, you're tired, where is our promised happiness?
I understand, so there's no point talking anymore;
our love has become bland and my dreams have become far fetched
Counting carefully the times of happiness and unhappiness that you won't let go
I still remember very clearly the feeling of having loved
You stopped waiting; where is our promised happiness?
I was wrong; my tears have dried;
I have to let go and have regretted
But that musical box containing the past is still turning, how do I stop it?
or rather do i want to stop it?
it is that blurry
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