On the night we arranged to meet
The realization dawned on me
Questioning my reflection in the mirror
With a white coat on
And a glum expression
I had in fact been in high anticipation
Hurrying along the highway without being able to get a taxi
Not having an umbrella is a common thing
Walking along soaking wet on x’mas
Surely the blame cannot be put on someone else?
A story which I created by myself
Even a teeny bit of happiness would have been fine for me
You won’t be coming
That I know
Silent night
Checking the time repeatedly
I’m terrible at people relations
That lost memory flashed across my mind
No matter what I do
I can’t get rid of the past
Don’t keep sighing
It’s nothing special
Because no matter how many times I try again
I get lost at the same place
Quit lying that there are no lies
That incident in which the truth was not known
I’ve gotten used to being hurt
Even if it’s a contradiction I accepted it all
I just didn’t have the courage to destroy everything
You won’t be coming
A lonesome silent night
I dreamt of that promising future displayed in the show window
Just like back then
Adoring the vague reflection of the candles
So this is goodbye
When someday this rain turns into snow
And slowly consumes this sadness
I’ll be greeted by new hope
I have always enjoyed the holy night
Adults tend to be a little lonely
So it’s okay to cry
A new beginning, silent night
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