Guilt.

Both of us had tears in our eyes,
now, those nights are too faraway,

As long as we let the silence to be our only words,
you offered me your hand as your tender look
asked me to come with you but I'd rather be
all alone waiting for the last star to fade in the morning sky.

We were loner nomads in search of
a warmth heart to belong.

The guilt is sweeter than a lollipop,
so it's double guilt whenever we touch,
this love is our crime of passion.

Though I was loved by you who I loved..
I still wonder what true love is.

No more words.. I didn't move
as you started to walk away from me,
even if I felt like to run after you and
ask you to stay one more night,
the morning would come too soon.

We were very taken by each other to notice
not even the "forever" word lasts what it means.

The guilt is sweeter than a lollipop,
so it's double guilt whenever we touch,
this love is our crime of passion.

How many times did we comfort each other
in the middle of the darkness of our broken hearts?
Sometimes I think if someday we run into each other..
Let's pretend we don't know each other
since there were so many things left undone.

We were very taken by each other to notice
not even the "forever" word lasts what it means.

The guilt is sweeter than a lollipop,
so it's double guilt whenever we touch,
this love is our crime of passion.