I'm so tired.
Striving hard to stay awake, according to custom.
And according to custom, thinking of you.
I'm so afraid to be at ease and sleep.
And that in my dreams my heart won't listen,
and will just stop.

Listening to my breath, which are breaking like waves.
The more beautiful it is, the more uneasy I become.
What else can I still cherish?
If even my own pulse,
is getting too difficult to control?

If I become a memory
and if I withdraw from this life.
Don't cry.
My ice cold body will be unable to embrace you,
and you'd think that I'd let you, whom I deeply love,
travel lonesomely through the sea of people.
I would hate myself for being so heartless.

If I become a memory,
it isn't so bad after all.
I wouldn't be able to grow white hair.
Lead you as you hobble.
Or watch the glow of sunset.
One day,
you will recover from your grief.
If someone could heal you,
let him be with you
I won't blame you.

Happiness.
When will it end?
Which moment is truly the last moment?
I want to tightly hold you.
It's depressing to know that in my life you are,
the one I'm most unwilling to part with.

If I become a memory.
I don't want to disappoint you.
Stubbornly hanging in the air, to occupy your heart.
Every inch of it having you, the one who still loves me,
painfully bear the loss.
This isn't fair.
Please do your best to forget me.


Well, I'm not feeling this way. Yet.
It just came to my mind.
Sorry for the depressing post. ^^