To us,

I don’t know why we’re here, but I hate it.

To us,

December was lonely, January ended, February was lonely, March was lonely, April was lonely, May is chaos unseen, but we know it’s there and it hurts us.

Dreams end.

To us,

If I could stay your hand,

I would never have deleted the fear and the questions that were there and the love we found from something

That we tried to pass on to our most important.

And our most important.

And our most important.

And the most important.

To us, who knows when we ran out of second chances,

To us, the wounds haven’t healed.

It hasn’t been enough time.

To us,

The rule is back.

Make it to fifty.

And then never look back.

It’s the rule that stuck, that our sentence would be over then.

So, that many words, and the wrong colours,

And the canvas dripping with ink.

I’m unsure where we’re going.

To us,

残念ながら、流れた。沈んだ。

明日、明日、明日、

ごめんなさい、これしか出来ない。

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