A Few Years Later
In a few years later, after todayAfter all the time has gone byWould each of us have become our own personand be living wellAfter I’m done longing for youfor as much as I can and have been hurt enoughAt that time, I need to let go of your hand
What was that thing that made us meetAnd that thing became the reason why we separatedWhile wiping my wet eyes and my memories that have piled dustI’m searching for something I can blame myself with
Everything will find its placeI act like I’m cool with itAnd everyone goes along with itI talk about the uselessness of loveBut in other people’s eyes I’m just a pitiful guyThis kind of thing is commonly calledFreedom or liberationThat’s wrong, because imprisonmentBegins after the partingIt’s never something that you can justDust off and get up fromBecause there’s no doubt that this place existed
In a few years later, after todayAfter all the time has gone byWould each of us have become our own personand be living wellAfter I’m done longing for youfor as much as I can and have been hurt enoughAt that time, I need to let go of your hand
The memories are just as they were, without agingLazy me, I haven’t sorted out my feelingsLiving while looking backwardsCould there be something as terrifying as tomorrowIt would be better if it was hatred or resentment
I thought it was just a sudden rain showerI thought it was feelings that would dry after being wet for just a momentBut I, who isn’t even timidWhenever I try to grab you to take you outI just keep putting you insideMy heart that became a mess because I was just laying out excusesWhile trying to pull it together, the night had gone by
You, who said that you never wanted to become a burdenLeft after leaving a separation like this
In a few years later, after todayAfter all the time has gone byWould each of us have become our own personand be living wellAfter I’m done longing for youfor as much as I can and have been hurt enoughAt that time, I need to let go of your hand
No longer can the relationship between you and Ibe called ‘us’Just a few daysIf I was given just a few days
I want to hold you tightly and tell youIt’s because I’m crazyI might look like I’m fineBut this is me holding it all inHow could the most precious part of me be taken awayWithout a drop of bloodI, who was all yoursAm now a beggarYou, who is brazenly living and breathing inside meWhat can I do to bury you in my heart
In a few years later, after todayAfter all the time has gone byWhen each of us have become our own personThen we will knowEven though I long for you as much as I canWe were unforgettable