When one is betrayed by the person closest to them,their life starts.
A person that keeps to themself.
I can never leave a person like that alone.
I reach out to their heart.
How limit and delicate unrequited love is?
Even though unrequited love finds its own way in.
It's a love that gets trapped inside, unable to find an exist.
Even though i'm the one who started it without knowing a thing, if he leaves my sight one day.
It's a love that ends vain without it ever having a purpose.
Never ever even having had the chance to bud or bloom any flowers a love that can never bear fruit like a seed left forgotten.
That is . . . unrequited love .
That woman's scars are like sinking underwater.
Spectators, who don't now how deep that scar is, simply advise her why she can't escape from it.
There are too many people who are rude to others' scars.
That woman didn't want to hear such empty words.
At least from this one person.
Whenever she steps out into the world, that woman often becomes an invisible being.
She gets shoved around and stepped on and when she gets mixed amongst the crowd.
I don't think she's visible to other people. That's why that woman hides in her room.
Her small room feels cozy to her like a cage feels cozy to bird with a broken wing.
And in that room she can breathe freely.
She never dreame of the world outside, or missed the world out there.
At least until now.
Just like skin is needed to protect the flesh and blood, a lie was needed to protectthe truth.
Rather than show your own scars to stay honest.
Lying witha bright smiled pasted on her face, felt safer to her.
To someone, love maybe like a modal or like a trophy. The result of victory.
And to someone, love is endlessly waiting for their love one. A truthful and sincere course.
To that woman, love is secretthat she, herself, may not find out about.
A person that keeps to themself.
I can never leave a person like that alone.
I reach out to their heart.
How limit and delicate unrequited love is?
Even though unrequited love finds its own way in.
It's a love that gets trapped inside, unable to find an exist.
Even though i'm the one who started it without knowing a thing, if he leaves my sight one day.
It's a love that ends vain without it ever having a purpose.
Never ever even having had the chance to bud or bloom any flowers a love that can never bear fruit like a seed left forgotten.
That is . . . unrequited love .
That woman's scars are like sinking underwater.
Spectators, who don't now how deep that scar is, simply advise her why she can't escape from it.
There are too many people who are rude to others' scars.
That woman didn't want to hear such empty words.
At least from this one person.
Whenever she steps out into the world, that woman often becomes an invisible being.
She gets shoved around and stepped on and when she gets mixed amongst the crowd.
I don't think she's visible to other people. That's why that woman hides in her room.
Her small room feels cozy to her like a cage feels cozy to bird with a broken wing.
And in that room she can breathe freely.
She never dreame of the world outside, or missed the world out there.
At least until now.
Just like skin is needed to protect the flesh and blood, a lie was needed to protectthe truth.
Rather than show your own scars to stay honest.
Lying witha bright smiled pasted on her face, felt safer to her.
To someone, love maybe like a modal or like a trophy. The result of victory.
And to someone, love is endlessly waiting for their love one. A truthful and sincere course.
To that woman, love is secretthat she, herself, may not find out about.
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