시간은 벌써 저녁을 지나
고요하게 세상은 눈감아
나 혼자만 널 향한 불면증
파란색 외투속에 구겨놓은 편지
끝내는 못전할 내 마음의 진실
외로운 내 빈방 혼자서 고백하는 슬픈 오늘밤
Yet I’ll remain forever silent. It’s too late and what difference will it make, really?
I wish I can say I am okay but I am not. I wish I am stronger than this but I am not.
Remember that day when we agreed that the right person will be there at the right time and the right place? But then tell me, when it comes to you, why does it always feel like ‘the right person at the wrong time and place’?
“Time to walk away,” they said.
Trust me, I know. I know it all too well.
And for God’s sake, I tried.
It ain’t easy but I am trying. I still am.