The clouds are floating in the sky, the waves are flowing in the sea, the world is too much, the dream that cannot be grasped, you stand in the wind, you are free, there is too much life, the pain of having to be separated, when you hold parting in the palm of my hand, I hear the sound of love being quietly crushed, you don't understand that you don't want my heart, and it will stop with your loosening hand. I try to smile, try to hug, in every second. I don't want to see closed eyes. I'm afraid that you will eventually turn into tears and flow out of my hands. The promise you gave me. How can I not let go? When you tell me honestly, how vast his love is. This is my hand. It has held you through the past. This long road should not lead to loneliness.