#about giving up
When you say it like that, you make it so believable.
– And Even If Love Was Lost, Unknown Chapter –
When you say it like that, you make it so believable, I say.
I can still remember the scenery.
The sky is blue, the sunlight passes through you, and the faint shadow of summer leaves
make me think that for a moment, perhaps time had stood still
for us, for the youth within us and the youth outside of us.
The world is still young.
When you say it like that, you make it so believable, I say.
Your voice’s timbering on the canal of my ears.
The sweet sound of the rain on the tin roof.
I sit inside the house and look out –
the baked earth evaporates into these small fragments of the things I’d lost.
And in this country, you already know that the rain never stops.
On and on, the sweet sound of the rain on the tin roof
has been timbering on the canal of my ears.
When you say it like that, you make it so believable.
That we will have another life.
That we will have time to make up for it, no matter what it is.
That we will have lives.
The world is still young and honey, perhaps we were not made for it.
We were not made to last – no human is.
We were not made to stand still while time is moving on
and trampling all over us.
We were not made to endure the pains and the sufferings.
But on that very night – on the night that separation filled the air,
on the night that the rain ran the air until morning,
on the night where the songs kept playing on repeat,
on the night we learned to lean on a fragile shoulder,
when you say that we will be passing through,
that you will be here, and I will be here,
and for a thousand years,
the waves will not erase what has been carving on the sand –
Your vigor, and the night is still young.
Honey, when you say it like that –
you make it so believable.
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