Please see my paradox…
I’ve been thinking for some time and sometimes I’ve realised that it’s surely hard to understand other people.
When did I find something I truly loved?
Sometimes I feel like I’m even losing sight of the dreams I chose myself.
The smiles I show people, and the tears that only you saw, they both surely came from my-same-self. How much of what’s inside me will you see, even when my expression is frank?
Even though I sometimes come close to telling you how much I want to hold you, my desire to pretend to be strong never lets me.
Lookin’ for my place on an endless journey, I’m carrying around a paradox that keeps on coming back.
I kept on searching day and night, crying inside. If I can, I want to feel everything with you. But in the course of the steps I’ve taken, I’ve carried around a paradox ? I want an answer.
I always want to protect that moment when I became absorbed in something… that will never change no matter how much time goes by. I can’t put all the things that are precious to me in order. I don’t want to lose them. This isn’t the kind of love where we cry in our dreams. That’s sure to be our truth.
Talking about the future, embracing the past, we need both these things to cross todays walls. Lookin’ for my place, I don’t know where the road I chose leads to.
I’m always carrying a paradox in my heart.
I love changes, day and night, but I can’t stop crying. Only you can see my invisible problems. But a feeling of not wanting to show you my weaknesses is always beside me, please see that paradox…
