Your eyes hold too many tears.
The passengers are hopelessness and heartbreak.
I can see you holding back the pain.
Those eyes that love to smile are not suited to looking sad.
Your eyes have a unique warmth.
It’s the tomorrow that can’t be blown out.
I can feel the comfort that you’re not putting to words.
It’s more precious than what I’ve lost.
The rose in the palm. Unconsciously prickling the hand.
You deserve to be loved. You understand my hope.
Withering after the bloom. How many cycles it’s been.
I’m (You’re) here.
Your hidden rose. Your lovely fragrance.
It’s the best you (you), accompanying me, hoping for me, accepting the world.
The other side of imperfection, how beautiful.
The fingerprints hold all our encounters.
The page of heartbreak you left behind (The page of heartbreak)
The proud display that shows you don’t care (Doesn’t matter)
Sometimes, you let go and the tears are like a tidal wave.
I’m learning to exist by myself (I’m here)
It’s less lonely without the lights on (I won’t let you be lonely)
The strength you give me lets me fall asleep (Don’t be afraid of the night)
Even if no one cares about my tears (Someone cares about your tears)
The rose in the palm. Unconsciously prickling the hand.
You deserve to be loved. You understand my hope.
Withering after the bloom. How many cycles it’s been.
I’m (You’re) here.
Your hidden rose. Your lovely fragrance.
It’s the best you (you), accompanying me, hoping for me, accepting the world.
The other side of imperfection, how beautiful.
The rose in the palm
Is a memory with thorns.
Clean up the tears. I am here.
Accompany me (accompany you), hoping I (hoping you) will accept the world’s shallowness, inconsistencies, imperfections.
The day will fade, the heart will become tired.
I’m (You’re) here. Everything will be okay.
Don’t be afraid (Holding on too tight). Let go (The rose). All the scars.
This world, you’re here (you’re here), everything will be okay.
