Still waiting, for news to be picked up like flying sand,
Flourishing and falling like a burden from the other side of the world
Seeing you silhouette, suffering and drowning in the dark.
Memories raise of mistakes, being unable to hold onto your hand.
Still as many times as I try to separate, to not openly mistake,
Being afraid I will entirely doubt myself.
Don’t tell me that feelings engraved in one’s heart and carved in one’s bones
Are not real and true
Still how many words I have spoken haven’t explained,
I want to give you so many more experiences and things replaced.
No matter how I act, no matter how many mistakes I make,
All along, I have not departed and gone over,
I’m truly waiting for you
Having never forgotten you, being dedicated to you.
Possessing feeling engraved in one’s heart and carved in one’s bones
All are real true.
Many thoughts I should untie love with you being truly desolate
Waiting to know why don’t I break free, demanding I bravely, quickly overcome
I’m truly moved..
Is it worth waiting for someone you love?