How did I cry last Saturday?
My eyes turned red. It was shaded in teary eyes.
I could not tell anyone of this. A secret of mine I long to keep forever.
I could not tell you for I was not willing to it.
A child is me. Who cries innocently with every reasons and means.
A child is not me. When I do not speak and keep the uncertainties.
So I wish to leave, asked to be killed. I thought the only way to be free.
Do grown-ups cry?
Why don't he? and Why do I?
I love the accent of every words spoken by people from the Kingdom.
I wish I were still there missing every breathe when you called my name.
We were strong, is that right?
How could I speak my mind,
Oh well I wish my tears could tell you what I have been keeping.
I wanted to keep you with me.
But I do not have the power to stay like this.
It seems unreal.
My love isn't real, is it?
It is magical.
It is hurtful.
It is bittersweet.
It is my life.
It is my harmony.
It is my symphony.
It is my every word of these.
It is this melody.
It is my beating.
It is not ending.
But it is hurting me.
I hate what is next.
It gets me so scared.
And I am not myself.
So
I would love to sip a little sorrow with drinks.
Help me to forget what is real.
I do always ask myself again.
If I could go back to the times you were not mine.
Would you still choose to be mine?
I would love to bring you heaven.
I would love to keep you forever.
I would love to choose you are mine.
You are so kind.
But
The more I would love to get us closer,
My heart torn apart.
There is a barrier no one can see.
There is only a place we would love to be.
Be at the Neverland.