I missed you.
I feel that if I don't see you now, I'll suffocate.
I missed you.
Even if I'm seeing you now, I still miss you.
Tell me how you truly feel.
Like that, I'm contented
You don't look good with me.
You shine so much, that I can't even look at you.
But because of you,
I was able to see the real world.
I was always my own star,
but now I start to see the other stars.
Now I see the world you live in.
You were good to me.
But
Too good.
Too bad.
I guess
your shine doesn't belong to me.
Never belonged to me.
Never will.


