I bound myself in a cocoon.
With five thousand years of waiting.
Carve a kite in your mind.
you
I'm waiting for a passerby.
When you drag the kite away.
A wind that brings sorrow.
Leave quietly, right?
no
no
Touch the strings of the heart
There is a kind of sadness.
When I'm lonely
More and more sad
There is a yearning.
When I'm lonely
Unbelievable heartache
There is a language
In silence.
Always arrogant to vent.
Words yo
Sometimes it's just a sharp knife.
Dissecting happiness and happiness
Eliminate sadness and make it bloodier.