I wish I could tell somebody even though my heart is sealed. I wish someone will listen to me even when I don't talk. I wish someone would understand me even though I build a wall around my life. Yet, when it really comes down to it, it's not about me.
I wish for her a beautiful life...
How many of us are patient enough to weather the pouring tears of sky until they see a bright blue smile?
I may hide my emotions by accusing the rainbow of being illusory, but I can't deny the sunshine being so real and warm.
Even if I wait for a tomorrow of nothing, surely these feelings will give rise to something?
Isn't that why we repeat the same mistakes, hoping to break new ground?
Even if I am condemned of hopeless delusions, my heart burns with everlasting passion... so deeply and real.
Hopefully, one day in the future I'll look up to the sky and realise that, perhaps it could be painted in a different colour.
Even then, alternate paths are diluting the truth, hiding the answers I seek.
Time may slip through my fingers like the wind, but I won't let go of these promises.
No matter how weak my spirit will become, my heart will always stretch out earnestly.
If nothing did change, then why are things now so different?
If it really hurts so much, then why do i still hold on?
And, despite being deprived of hope, why do emotions still overflow?
We think that tears are such bitter things, yet why does it feel so warm?
I won't give up till I find my answer.
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