I am sitting in my garden, it's all withered and messy.
Sitting on a log I think back in time, remembering the words that never sufficed.
My heart was empty and all life was lost, can't believe I fooled myself to love.
But I can't change it, I can't go to past.
My heart has been stolen and broken so long.
A shame I could not see, that it was all false.
The light in their eyes.
Their sweet smile.
The way they'd confess their love to make me believe. In them. In life.
A pity. It was all just a dream.
A fragment of imagination, I couldn't decipher.
A making of my own brain to make me feel better.
But it didn't. And nothing can ever heal the wound that was cast.
Alas! By my own brain, I can't help but laugh.
My foolishness failed to recognize that the love it wasn't real
The words were a lie.
The touch was a dream.
It had all felt surreal but I couldn't believe, I couldn't believe they weren't real, nor was their love.
And it lead to such unbearable hurt.
Back then I couldn't bear the truth, now I can't bear the pain.
It was always I who lost, this way or that way.
I looked at the Cresent moon, half, like my heart.
Desolate and empty, there's nothing more to say.
But the hurt in my heart can never go away.