Well . .
What A Day . .
I can't do what I usually do .
I can't think clearly,
can't breath calmly,
can't sit patiently,
can't stand up properly,
can't talk easily,
can't walk confidently .
can't do everything normally . . . . .
It's all because of 1 certain person .
I usually admiring this certain person's beauty from behind, but at that time, this certain person was so close to me, too close that I lose my composure . .
Yeah . .
watching this certain person only from behind makes me think :
-what's on the mind?
-what's the reactions to the lectures?
-and tons of things like that...
yet I can't see the expressions..
I can barely hear the voice, this person rarely talks, when the time comes, the voice was too soft, rarely share the ideas to the group...
But roam around so close to this certain person really really makes me think :
-what's on the mind about me?
-what reactions will I give to the lecture?
-and tons of things like that... about me . . .
so close, I have my chances to glare to the beauty, but I didn't . .
I've got my chance at the vermilion curtain of today's stage . .
still I'm the one who's stupid .
I lost the track . .
the beauty vanishes alongside the secondary characters . .
Yes! the beauty was the main character . .
the curtain closed with my complicated feelings .
I go back to the backstage to review my masks, to enter the next stage . that's not important .
what's important is that I can't capture the beauty with my last ounce of strength . .
-unreachable-
--for now--
in the end what remains with me are only thoughts about you .
not your presence . I became alone, again .
But yet . . .
I've never been so alone .
and I've . .
I've never been so alive . .
What A Day . .
I can't do what I usually do .
I can't think clearly,
can't breath calmly,
can't sit patiently,
can't stand up properly,
can't talk easily,
can't walk confidently .
can't do everything normally . . . . .
It's all because of 1 certain person .
I usually admiring this certain person's beauty from behind, but at that time, this certain person was so close to me, too close that I lose my composure . .
Yeah . .
watching this certain person only from behind makes me think :
-what's on the mind?
-what's the reactions to the lectures?
-and tons of things like that...
yet I can't see the expressions..
I can barely hear the voice, this person rarely talks, when the time comes, the voice was too soft, rarely share the ideas to the group...
But roam around so close to this certain person really really makes me think :
-what's on the mind about me?
-what reactions will I give to the lecture?
-and tons of things like that... about me . . .
so close, I have my chances to glare to the beauty, but I didn't . .
I've got my chance at the vermilion curtain of today's stage . .
still I'm the one who's stupid .
I lost the track . .
the beauty vanishes alongside the secondary characters . .
Yes! the beauty was the main character . .
the curtain closed with my complicated feelings .
I go back to the backstage to review my masks, to enter the next stage . that's not important .
what's important is that I can't capture the beauty with my last ounce of strength . .
-unreachable-
--for now--
in the end what remains with me are only thoughts about you .
not your presence . I became alone, again .
But yet . . .
I've never been so alone .
and I've . .
I've never been so alive . .
