Do you remember the scorching summer
when everything scattered in the wind was vaporated and every voice became hoarse?
The flower that didn't yield any fruit and the yearning that was never fulfilled.
We have created many excuses to hide those wounds that we don't want to touch again.
Because I miss you and I'm afraid to confront myself.
My will is often devoured by loneliness.
Because you always remind me that the past will never pass.
Some kind of true love will never hit me again.
If I hadn't loved you, I wouldn't lose mysef.
My yearning for you is like a thorn that nailed me down.
Because you always remind me
that even if I win the whole world, I'll miss some kind of happiness.
Do you remember the scorching summer?
Who else has reached the path that I didn't choose in the end?