In a lifetime how many times are you too late
in discovering you’ve already lost what’s most important to you
Sudden realizations are long gone, why is it only after making mistakes
that you’re willing to believe that you are the one who was wrong
They say that’s just life, you have to try and learn from experience
Try enduring falling tears or you’ll hide yourself away from the feelings you should have
I can’t plead with the world to stop turning
I know avoidance isn’t useful at all
It’s just that right now, especially at night
I’ll still think of things that are hard to forget
I think my yearning is a kind of sickness, for so long I haven’t been able to recover from it
Frantically forgetting that the people beside us need love and concern
excuses always increase the distance between us
Unwittingly, unknowingly, we’re always busy complaining and disobeying
yet we’re unwilling to look back and examine ourselves
Thinking of what foolish things we’ve actually done
perhaps it’s God testing me
It’s just that this wound requires a bit of time
it’s just that I yearn for everything that has passed
Those people and things are far from me
I often think I feel you breathing behind my ears, but I’ve never felt the breath of your deepest thoughts
Oh yearning is a kind of sickness, a kind of sickness
For how long have you not said I love you
for how long have you not embraced the people you love
When this world is no longer so lovely
only love can make things better
I believe, it’s still not too late, ignore those constant disruptions
Don’t make unhappy things stop your progress
Don’t let the regret continue, it’s still not too late
When you finally found love and if you have the chance, you just have to grab it before it slips away. We won't be able to meet the same person for twice in life. Once you miss it, it's gonna be forever. Until then, it's too late to say sorry.
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