I’m not tougher than others.
There is no need to hide it.
My tears are as hot as yours; I also have times with palpitation.
But that doesn’t means that I have to reveal this to others
Busy with my work, there’s no one free.
I wander between my works,
Left with vacant times, like an empty can.
I can’t find anything to fill it.
There’s a kind of feeling call anonymous sadness.
It seems like it is unrelated to that person whom I can’t love.
It’s just the memories muffling.
The more regretful I get whenever I hear it.
Can I not think of anything?
This is the anonymous sadness you left for me.
I can’t even find out where’s the pain.
Love can rip through my soul without a single bullet.
I surrender. Can the memories be switched off?
Busy with my work, there’s no one free.
I wander between my works,
Left with vacant times, like an empty can.
I can’t find anything to fill it.
There’s a kind of feeling call anonymous sadness.
It seems like it is unrelated to that person whom I can’t love.
It’s just the memories muffling.
The more regretful I get whenever I hear it.
Can I not think of anything?
This is the anonymous sadness you left for me.
I can’t even find out where’s the pain.
Love can rip through my soul without a single bullet.
I surrender. Can the memories be switched off?
The stronger the love is, the stronger the after effect is.
Pain continues to extend to every night.
I thought time was the best remedy.
However, it only cures surface injuries.
My anonymous sadness
It seems like it is unrelated to that person whom I can’t love.
It’s just the memories muffling.
The more regretful I get whenever I hear it.
Can I not think of anything?
This is the anonymous sadness you left for me.
I can’t even find out where’s the pain.
Love can rip through my soul without a single bullet.
I surrender. Can the memories be switched off?