tonight, it seems that i have to bid my farewell to the stars.
tonight, it seems that i have to stay up all night.
i am planning to discern the light the stars have,
in which between them are fading,
shining brightly as the heat's still present
and which among them are still trying to survive.
tonight, it seems that i have to clear up my tears
to wash this heart of mine.
i can't open myself up to you due to phobia
that you might not hear me nor try to listen
and might judge me as devious one
but trust me that i had my heart opened for you
'cause if not so, then what causes me to free my time
when we knew it is gold?
then what causes me to not permit you from kissing me
when we knew how that thing matters to me?
then why did i shed tears every night
because of the fact that i'm missing you?
that i keeps on denying to myself that i don't.
then why do i feel sorrow when it feels
like you had a change of heart?
i know that you have questions
beseech you at least clear it up to me
but if you can'st, what else can i do?
but to stay silent as well.
you told me you love me.
for the first time i've heard it felt genuine
but why in the latter seems unreal?
who's on your mind lately when you've said it?
i have no right to know, i guess.
i apologize.
for my love, when?
shall i bid my goodbye?
