Solitude

I don’t know, I don’t know.

In the end, the “others” will always be the others,

no matter how much we try to understand each other, that is so impossible,

but even so, for some reason, we hate solitude and midway

we create something we can call “friend”.

 

Even though I just want to be in peace,

I hurt and got hurt.

 

I don’t know, I don’t know,

I really don’t know anymore!

Is it just a name? Or a hobby? You

don’t even exist.

 

Overflowing

drop by drop,

for some reason,

we all know

sadness and solitude.

 

It just makes me wanting to hear gentle sounds,

I want to vomit out all the bad things.

Even though I just want to be in peace,

I got tired.

 

Goodnight

 

I touched and matured and got bigger and overcome and danced and burned and healed and got intoxicated

and then I wavered, melted, fell, got smaller, vanished, showing off my bravery…

 

I don’t know, I don’t know,

I really don’t know anymore!

Is it just a name? Or a hobby? You

don’t even exist.

 

Overflowing

drop by drop,

for some reason,

we all know

sadness and solitude.

 

Goodnight.