My sighing voice grows hazy, leaving me behind,
You're going to build your own world.
Hey, tell me,
What color is your half of the world?
What scent does it have?
A palette of colors no one can see,
Repeatedly coats over your words as you laugh.
Why is it,
That even though I'm by your side, I can't read the edge of your heart?
If our feelings can't be the same no matter how much I wish them to be,
Then hurry and steal me away.
Like smoke you came to engulf me,
I ran from you and took refuge in my own world.
The zigzagging roots of my heart in the sky absorb every raindrop,
Making transparent flowers bloom.
The "coincidences" no one notices keep repeating,
That's the name people dubbed that miracle.
I shut up the scream I left behind, and I don't have the courage to open the box.
I want to cling to our tender relationship, that at this rate will vanish into thin air.
Just as the momentary lie was cut away
You sunk to your lowest point,
Continuing down your single point of view,
Walking down your endless corridor.
In this unending, bustling parade of memories
Yearning, pity and scorn blend together.
Why is it,
That it's as if our crossroads had been determined before our birth.
God
Please don't notice.
That the two of our feelings can never be the same.
I want to be with you
And pluck away your deeply ingrained prudence.
If despite me wishing so hard
We can't see the world the same way
Then I want to become half of you.