Translating The Name (On-Going)

Prologue

When you open your heart a little
and pull someone close to you.
Your feelings will surely reach them deeper, aiming high, not caring about appearances, despite my hesitation, despite my worries, despite my regrets I should decide with one word you've given me, my bewilderment vanishes you unexpectedly smile in the midst of brilliant sunlight then I realize the screaming pain
hearing it loud in my brain but I'm going to go straight ahead with the scar. Just like unbuttoning a button our hearts and bodies were separated and all of it was for this moment.
Are you ready for a few risks? You have to get up no matter how many times you fall. It's not some conspiracy, just a paper-thin session the pent up feelings turn into a crystal the extension of "made in human" drama because I'll see my limit over there in the window of the excessively self-conscious me.
I can see your habit of touching your hair when you talk as I sleep alone even the pain in our hearts is surely a bond. Let them fly to you through the wavering, distorted sky these two loves that feel so close together so strum the tune of your existence and sing that you’re here and let it ring out into the red moonlit sky. Even you must have changed since that day we waved our hands in farewell but still I live on, surpassing the many nights I want to cry.
How should I make the world I'm running to, surpassing the future I once saw and a kind of sigh, revival sigh, merely the punchline in which existence rolls it might be kind of useless, maybe completely useless because you said that "we can't meet anymore, so we'll move on, farewell." Even the feelings I held onto for you are just now changing into words nevertheless I search for a reason to live in this world when I realize I'm lost or halted I cry. Is it already too late now? I wonder to myself without an answer I reach out my hand higher and higher saying "Surely, surely...", I wish one more time.