I just wanted to get close secretly and be addicted to lovesickness, but I never thought that it would make my breathing painful. I want to feel your breath, I want to capture your expectations, I want to be your warmest back as it should be, but unfortunately we are always each other's unspeakable secrets...
I don't know when I seemed to be seriously ill. The moonlight in my dream was filled with your cold tones, even though I scolded myself countless times in my heart and let myself leave silently. But every time I hear your voice, I find that I can't help but get closer, even giving up my dignity without hesitation.
When I have you, I am happy because you are my source, but I am miserable because I am the unnecessary nostalgia around you.
It's never up to us to decide whether to accompany you or not. I'm not worthy of your purity...
Maybe I can gradually learn to endure the pain, because I slowly discovered that not only do I want to love each other, but I also want to be together...
The real night is too short, and we cannot bathe in the moonlight for a long time. Can the cuddling I exchanged for the pain of life this time make our love less tired.
The next time I touch you, let me take off all my guard. After being soaked in the sea of bitterness, even our tears have lost the taste, and all that is left in our hearts is the aftertaste of having you...