I enjoy this moment
when time stops.
I got to look at you,
and watch you.
You’ll be gone soon…
I want to treasure this moment.
You won’t look at me again.
when your arm is out,
I used to be under it…
What do I do?
I’m losing you.
Again.
We would never work out again?
Will we?
And still, I cry because of you.
If I keep going like this,
it’ll never stop.
At least I have this moment.
At least I have the memories…