Now is the time, but I'm still afraid to speak.
The things hidden deep within me, strange and long buried, are starting to stir.
I've never felt this way before.
It frightens me. Maybe I can't become the person I hope to be.
But what does that have to do with us? What should I say?
Could it be that we come from different worlds?
Because every breath I take is for you.
How can I face this life without you?
I'm so afraid, with nothing to comfort me.
How will I go on without you?
I won't be able to sleep. I'll lose consciousness, and all my senses will fade away.
Even in unbearable pain, I won't be able to shed a single tear.
Then I suddenly feel that perhaps we were never the same from the start.
That frightens me even more. The dream we shared in this life can never come true.
So we have to part. I can no longer be the person you need me to be.
If there's a way to keep us from hurting each other, I'll find it.
I'll take the pain and fight for it.
But I can only get through this life by holding on to this impossible dream.
If I can't be yours, what am I?
