Recently I’m getting mad at myself for being this weak
Now it’s not about you, it’s all about me
I can’t stop myself from doing these stupid things as flying, waiting, longing, thinking or desiring.
And when I’m about to throw everything away,
a single contact makes me forget everything.
I’m such a coward.
And nothing seems right, and drama is written all over my face.
So I just keep smiling because, in reality, everything’s good.
Fine.
Like I said back then, the first time I looked up the sky after the end:
The sky is still blue…
