喜欢寂寞

Dust stirred up, a dream in memory, the person in that photo once held me in their eyes.

Closed the past, dreams flow into rivers, nourishing the pulse of reality around.

Life came to the window, without a word, took us away.

Who is trapped by love, who sacrifices for love, who is deeper than whom.

Back then I reached out my hand without hesitation, saw a silhouette and took it for the universe.

Sweet habits turned into life, only then did I understand what it means.

Now the story has shaped me into who I am, learning to live and enjoy solitude.

Intense words turned into tenderness, what else did they bring?

If I had never walked through, how would I know?

Past events flutter, sometimes burn the eyes, those hurtful lines now sound light.

Calmed the mind, sometimes just smile it off, my current self, seeing wind is still wind.

Life blew past my face, without a word, carved into palm lines.

Wasted fate, seen through the scenery, I understand depth.

Back then I reached out my hand without hesitation, saw a silhouette and took it for the universe.

Sweet habits turned into life, only then did I understand what it means.

Now the story has shaped me into who I am, learning to live and enjoy solitude.

Intense words turned into tenderness, what else did they bring?

If I had never walked through, how would I know?

Back then I reached out my hand without hesitation, saw a silhouette and took it for the universe.

Sweet habits turned into life, only then did I understand what it means.

Now the story has shaped me into who I am, learning to live and enjoy solitude.

Intense words turned into tenderness, what else did they bring?

If I had never walked through, how would I know?