Even if you're gone for good, even if you discarded me purposely, even if our fate was to be separated, I still look at the beauty of this. Hey, you're not supposed to look at it that way. Hey, I don't want to speak to you again. I don't think we should talk to each other. "You're a bad person". That's what would be said about us, what YOU would say?
I fondly caress the moments in my head, close my eyes and breathe in. The waters clear, and the birds are singing. Hey friend, when did the world ever look beautiful to you? Has it ever earned your appreciation? I wonder...