19, the mess.












Thursday, January 15

This is a simple little love song
Singing the complications of people's hearts
I think I'm happy when I have your warmth the air by my feet turned
This is a simple little love song
Singing of the white doves in our hearts
I think I'm suited to singing odes
Youth flutters in the wind
You know even if floods inundate this city
I'll give you my embrace
I can't stand it seeing the form of your back
Recording the unending misery of living
Even if the entire world gets kidnapped by loneliness
I won't run away
I can't escape in the end, everyone grows old.
I record how time and music harmonizes into a one in the end
Everyone ages.

You know, like how you live in a memory,
and be the happiest person.
I've never seen myself smile more happily.

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