I wonder why I like him,
I miss him,
I wanna hold his hands,
I wanna be with him,
Then I realize that it's a disease.
But the things that make me happy now
will make him hurt later.
Even if he wants to make me hurt,
come into my dreams is not the way.
"Come on, don't come into my dreams!"
"You are selfish!"
"No, I'm not!"
I've made the most selfish decision in my life,
How could I be more selfish?
I don't have much time to like him,
so why must I hate him?
Compared to forget,
to me pain is so much easier.
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