Forever before one's eyes notwithstandingnYou would like to sing, chase letters with your fingersnnI'm nothingnInstead of yours, rightnYou often wished to become goodnnNecessities aren't needednI'm one of them, rightnThe you of that time were awfully dazzling.nnCried so oftennAnd couldn't do anything else but hate myselfnnYou shine as if you were the sun, stretching shadowsnnForever binding.nnYou were pulling my hand, rightnYou wished it would be your end, yet it certainly wasn'tnnFrom that day, you appeared in the front of menEverything seemed different thennnI chase your retreating figurenPossibly repeating myselfnI notice the lamenting fatigue in the withering voicenThe lips singing a song reach you in the same empty skynnThis time Inwill guard someone for something, watching for that withering voice, exhausted you and the farewellnSometime under your supervisionnIncidentally struggling to laughnIn order to sing one needs pridenThen, take care.n