I couldn’t but remind those ways of lies, and lights for pauses.

The moments shift sweetly in the place we have been,

but there’s a big approach moving quietly in reality.

Such a deep breath which you had never read;

my face, so cold as a piece of glasses in winter,

cut your throat so that you had the difficulties to tell the truth.

Maybe the most enjoyable thing is to ignore the fact of wasting.

How long did you take to realize a person is not good enough to love?   

I wonder why;

maybe you’re just not interested in fairy tales.

You acted like you were going to make up everything.

And now I’m sure that

you really did.