Ten years has passed, a lifetime.
I've got used to pretending to forget.
I've got used to pretending to be strong.
But nothing seems to be complete, without you.
I've always wondered was it just a dream, or was it real.
They said " It's just a dream, let it go ".
But I can't let go of what keeps me going on.
I can't let go of you.
I keep those vivid moments within the deep maze I've created for you in my mind.
I visit them every night in my dreams.
It's funny how dreams have drifted us apart, and how they keep me alive today.
I see you in my dreams, because I don't dare to do in reality.
I'm sorry, I had to go away, I had to run.
I had to be the villian in our story, in order for you to be the hero in your own story.
I know you hated me for that.
And for me, at least you are alive to hate me.
But the question that keeps me awake at night.
Will we ever cross paths, again?