Countless limits and a grasp of power too. All put together is what I am. Countless modesty, a grasp of reality. All put together is what I am.
Until when? Until when? Until when does sorrow and fortune live off of other? Until when? Until when? Until when does it repeat?"Bloom.""Wither." "A-ra-ra-gi"yo...
Apologizing takes more courage and tenderness than simply getting mad. Being warm takes more power and a bigger heart deep inside than being cold.
I make a recall, I make a recall, of those tender words that she said. I make a recall, I make a recall, of those smiles she often putt on. If I can wrap myself with tenderness someday. If I can get to like myself as well someday.
