I have always had some things to tell you;
Have you not noticed it?
From the very beginning to the bitter end,
I kept on sharing things with you
And tried to be supportive as usual
To make my little empty heart feel
The little least happiness I could have.
However, that was still not satisfying enough.
I no longer want to be a scarecrow.
This time, I try to stay away
Observing the good friend
To see what I can do to help.
I have something to lose
Now that I have found my little heart
Beating for those plain but happy moments
Is looking forward to something new.
While, in fact, I know I am expecting
The impossible to happen as I usually do.
However, my really scared soul has opened up
For the friend spontaneously.
Actually, I cannot have any more expectations.
I know I can never get the least satisfaction.
At least, the fortune-teller said so.
Is the portion not in my grasp?
Finally, I thought of your leaving.
It was the end of the world.
I kept crying, and ultimately lost my faith.
Will you be there helping me get it back?
I am afraid and confused about your friendliness.
Is it just the same as my attempt to be supportive?
I seem to have believed in you, but…
Finally, the world will still force me to back off.