If that can be narrated as a story,
then it won't be as hurt as this.
If that can be express in words,
then there would be some place to save.
If that can be chant into melody,
then I would no longer stay in gray.
There's a sudden thought coming up to my mind
A waving to the past and a farewell to the "have been"
I am not sure how much I can stand
Maybe one day, you will be trapped by the stairs you've made
At that time, I can only be the witness from distance away
Probably I may spare some love to the human with you,
if I am generous enough and able to take them all
Probably I am still going through the healing period
and also need the input of the care from outsider
So, I can only stare at what all these happend, just as what you left me
made me falling from the top of the high building and break the heart into pieces
And I even need to find the adhesive myself and glued the pieces all alone
PEM, enjoy the sorrow you've bring me
Probably one day, probably some day,
you will be suffered by the unconcernd expressing of the love you've expressed
or maybe that course would need to be taken in the next round,
and people who knew the story already left and ran away
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