• The street which is opposite the cemetery is unusually silent.
    You smiling, too I smiling.
    We once stood here, since we are little, and even now.

    Childish and immature, but much more innocent and pure.
    Your smile reveals real happiness,
    but much more sophisticated nowadays as compared to our childhood.
    Same for me.
    We all grown up into a way that we doesn't wanted.

    Is that you who are fooled by the dark and ignorant lampposts of the long and narrow street?
    Do you remember that?
    At that time you told me,
    "It so tiring to continue to survive in this world. People are such hypocrites."
    I didn't answer. Just smiling.

    Are people wrong to be hypocritical?
    I don't think so.
    Because, one day we'll become that too.

    We didn't have things that we wanted to treasure except families and friends.
    Yet now you shouted that you will treasure me forever with all your strength.
    Crying with joy,
    and I think I told you that it was very comfortable while walking in this street.

    Or is that me who is bewildered in the long and lonely street of memories? I don't know.
    I want to go back. I don't want to go back.
    Deciding on this two choices.
    I need your hand to pull me out of the depressed confusion.
    I reached out my hand to grab the last strain of hope.
    It was thin and glimmering.
    Continuing to build trust between the world and me.
    I am trying. Still trying.

    Faltering at the cliff which we are standing.
    The abyss represents the eternal despair,
    and where we're standing is called happiness.
    We are cowards.
    Cowards afraid everything, even happiness.
    Cotton will make us injured and bleed,
    and also hurt by happiness, sometimes.

    Hold my hands and jump.
    Goodbye.



    Do you have anything that you want to treasure?
    Do you have anything that you are afraid of?
    Childhood will be the best time for you to do so.
    We are all wrong.
    Wrong hardcore.