How lonely am I?
The finger that slipped away once never returned to hold again
Since that moment the distance has only grown
The hands that once lifted me even above the sky
Now tremble they can no longer carry the weight of mine
Lullabies I couldn’t sleep without hearing
Now all the night's slip by effortlessly, without her voice to guide me
The lap where I once found peace, where my hunger was soothed by her hands
Now, all those desires are gone, and we barely share a smile
Has that old innocent soul stopped weaving tales?
The stories that once danced in my dreams
She must still wish to repeat those tales
But now they linger, half-told, as echoes of forgotten nights filled with her voice
Gradually everything changed, I did not even realize it
My dream world was never meant to be like this
Where all the characters are leaving me one by one
That world now exists only in pictures, dreams, and the depths of my heart
Sometimes, I wonder—what have I truly lost?
Did I lose myself? Or the very souls that once carried mine?
There’s so much crowd in the world
have I gotten lost somewhere? How lonely am I?
