Is it so hard to be alone?
Why is it that you can't handle the feeling of loneliness,
the leaving of people and
the undying changes in mankind?
Why are you so caught up in the past,
so unable to move on to somewhere
only you'd know how to go?
With your own two legs,
you can walk, run to places
but you chose to remain at a standstill.
You seek comfort in the silence
but you're afraid to be all alone,
you find love in the heartwarming friendship
but you say you don't belong.

Where is this place you want to go?
Where is it now, do you know?

Where is your paradise?