IF I START TO OPEN UP
A word by word ,
a wound by wound ,
and if perhaps those wound starts to bleed,
I'm afraid, my love,
I would bleed to death
so i remain silent
unspoken in words.

Yet,
the glimpse of veilon in my eyes
hid the beauty of the pain thats inside

TWO-SIDED EFFECT
All these melodies are playing in my head with love notes.

I never imagined that such a sharp knife and comfortable blanket could be used for a remembrance, at the same time.
It makes a sharp cut between my lungs, but I can also feel its warmth.

They are secure with me since each shattered fragment gathered beneath that blanket symbolizes pains that might never mend.
They seemed lost.
Some of these pieces were never meant to be here.

I mean they were meant to be, but they are missing something that came with them, you.
Now that I have all the pieces, I don't know how to collect them all together by myself.

That's not how love works.