I said I didn't love you
perhaps it was an obvious lie
and by the time I realized the mistake
I've already left this place.
Maybe I was wrong;
but you wouldn't have loved me.
I was right to leave this place
and yet the underlying regret sinks
into the abyss core of my love-
there lies the lonely you.
I left this place and
never would get to see you again,
but maybe it would erase the pain
slowly and tediously.
That's why I'll wait
for the time when it erases
the hurt and scars emotionally.
But if that's so...
then why am I still thinking
of you in this hazy night?