In the words of 1990
a piece of his hair
a silent phone call
Feeling numb in my heart
I missed him so much before. Is it still possible now?
Time takes away the fairy tale and brings another one
I want to go home with my injured pace
I am alive and well, but who knows?
Getting into the sea of people is also a way
He is not him
He won't understand the fear in my heart
He is not him
I can never fall in love again
I want to go home with my injured pace
I am alive and well, but who knows?
Getting into the sea of people is also a way
He is not him. He will not understand the fear in my heart.
He is not him. I will never be able to fall in love again.
He's not him. I don't think I can say the same thing.
Will he still think of me in his 1990s?
Love is not that great. I won't cry anymore.