I don't know what to say.

''I really love you'' you said... If I don't believe you, will I be relieved?

In tied hands, there is a soft bodyheat. Fingers which held it have untied loosely... you must go alone there.

I think it would be wounderful if I can spend another morning with you. Even if that's only a mere hope, a miracle that I can only imagine.

I knew it at the bottom of my heart, the hardest choice would be the best.
My self-love refuses it and repeats self-contradiction.
When can I tell it to you?

With this contionuos dull relationship, grievously, I can't change my mind... I still love you, I don't wanna be apart from you, but I have to tell you...
It's raining heavily in my mind, I'm stunned, I'm standing dead, my vision is blurry.
Despite my determination, the pain is still penetrating

The BOND between us has come apart and is dying away in every day.... Goodbye, my sweatheart, it's over... we have to leave without turning back.