cingulomania (translation)

eight

Time flies, you say. "It was hard to notice it was our last day of our first month".

That one month feels like a year to me.

The way you lock hands with her, shower each other with words of affection, it kills me inside.

I loved you way before her. Why is it her that has you, instead of me?
It is all because of my cowardice.

Only if I had the courage to confess to you on that august night, then everything would be different.

My life would either continue with you or without you.

I considered both the bright side and empty side.
As a result of thinking, I lost my courage.

If I did things without contemplating, I would not have gone crazy like now.