Why is happiness poor?
Why does time not freeze?
Why do stories beautifully elaborate?
Perhaps I have forgotten.
Perhaps they did too,
the ones in the stories.
Perhaps the beautiful ending dares
to show the truth behind the epilogue.
Tragic, isn't it?
Perhaps it's because my dream must die.
Perhaps some stories could be true.
Perhaps I should forget and perhaps I should see,
see that dreams don't always come true.
I can't force things to go my way,
Yes, it would bring me sleep and light but it would be cruel.
Yes, it would give me that feeling.