Half a lifetime of blankness, half a lifetime of confusion.
Does my blood-stained red yarn illuminate your years?
Did you see my sincerity when we met once?
At a glance, you have become distant to me again.
Open your eyes again and see if we still have a connection.
Why I love you across thousands of years.
The green smoke is lingering, isn't this what it should be?
It was a moment of sensation, should I go here?