Your fragile, folded wings are just tired from the pure blue sky. You don't have to force your smiles for anyone. It's okay to smile for yourself. Hearing your sweet voice didn't always hurt. It's too late to block from the inside. I want to take back our time, but luck and karma are against me. There are no words, but your eyes can't hide what you want to say. I don't even know anymore. Try to bury it deep down, okay? We don't need that sky if we're free to swim. Even if you won't talk about yesterday, I'll still be there to meet you tomorrow. Your fagile, folded wings are just tired from the pure blue sky. You don't have to force your smiles for anyone. It's okay to smile for yourself. Inferiority, complexes and reconciliations aren't things that will come true so easily. The mirror that remains at the top of the self-conciousness reflects flower petals. It looks like my voice is strained from trying to cut out an impure love. It's irritating. In these changing times, wounds will soon turn into scabs. Without waiting for that to happen, you're so beautiful and so fleeting. Prayers shiver in the sun, like traces of down that have come loose. It's alright to not think about loving someone as being too much for you right now. Sometimes this world is a liitle too bit dazzling to walk looking upward in. When you cast your eyes down, as though sinking, the dry ground slurps up your tears. *Why do we feel so lone anytime?* You don't have to take on everything. *Why do we feel so lone anytime?* Just putting up with it isn't courage.