Once you were in front of me and I was far away.
Just why are you still willing to come back to me.
I was stupid and didn't cherish it, but how many opportunities did you give me?
Can what disappears really come back?
If my thoughts are heavy/not heavy/like an autumn leaf walking on the long road of time/the monotonous repetition of day and night/but I can no longer remain calm/holding the dim time in both hands/two people walking in the direction of the back/two sentences can cover up the panic/a place that can be forgotten in two years/cars drive by one by one/I say over and over again/I am not numb/I am not numb...