Was it a mistake to meet you?
What about falling in love with you?
Is that also wrong?
It has always been you who played with emotions, not me.
But why was it me who was playing with my feelings in the end?
Your attitude and my paranoia make you feel like a fog to me.
I can't see through you and I don't understand you.
But you understand me, see through me, and you know everything I think.
The beginning is sweet and the end is pain.
When I met you, I realized that I was still a child,
A child only fifteen years old.
You made me understand how dirty and ugly this world is.
You showed me that feelings can be played with casually.