When can we make it real? Our love that bloomed with the crimson light.
Looking at the same direction but instead we are looking at a different direction. My heart is aching. "Right it hurts". I feel so weak. Through the lonely times I cried. I kept imagining you in front of me. Every step my tears dwelled up. I still hear your voice. I open my eyes. I find myself back in time. Remembering how things used to be. The only person I wanted to be with and see was in front of me. You looked into my eyes and saw your small reflection. "Your smile is better than mine"
The deepest part of my heart started to ache. I'm standing here and you're the only one I see. Once I shut my eyes. It's like closing the doors. The darkness takes everything from me. The images was stained with black. The noises are blocked. Each day it gets harder. Will I see you again? You who I hold so dear. That vanished in a blink of an eye. I can't restore the things the way they used to be. The only one thing I wanted was you. But will you help me start over again? Helping me by staying by my side. Come back to me. Please give me a pair of courageous hand to hold.
