If you are the tearful shooter
I am that one
The white bird determined not to dodge anymore
Just waiting for the arrow to break through the sky
Shoot into my already broken chest
If you were the only one in this world
The only shooter who can hurt me
I am all your youthful years
All the unforgettable joys and sorrows
It's like the last cloud
Hidden in the infinite blue sky
Then let me die by your hands
It's like finally being able to
die in your arms
I am that white bird, even if I am not white, I still shine.
He was that hunter, even if he didn't cry.