Stepping towards year 4,
Still same feeling buried deep inside.
Once open, it’s an explosion.

Heavy headache with a second of deafness,
Again seems there is a little girl screaming horribly,
starting the nightmare...

Repeated pushing it back and exhausted.
It’s a loop for endless regret.
May be this is one kind of love, so far away since I was very young, now coming to me is just a bit bitter.
Everything will be very fine if there was no hope for love.
No one will regret, no one will eager to be drowned in the sea
and please together drown the sorrow too.