Teach me how I should forget you
So sick like a nil
A heart-wrenching heart that longs.
Leaving the former ...
Like a very hard wound
It's stored in sane
The twins are like burns that are seiras
There are bidders scar removal
The scar on the wounded heart
I'll buy the antidote
Even though the universe is paid.
However, where is the antidote.
I kept looking for her.
Unable to withstand the pain of wounding
Caring for the wound that never goes away.
