流道

I always took the long way around, Stumbling, lost, again and again. “Just for now” became my excuse, Even when I loved someone like you. Maybe we met a little too late, Human emotions—miracles in chains. A life cursed with terrible timing, No reset left, no chance reclaiming. Countless continuations, endless days, Detours inside detours, fading away. On these winding roads I finally knew, All this time, I was walking to you. And yet, here you stand before my eyes, Right when the truth begins to bite. Peaceful days keep flowing through, Time stays cruel, no matter what I do. Tears fall down, I whisper slow, To myself, to what we know— “We met… We met too late.” I finally realized what mattered most, After losing myself on endless roads. If time could stop, I’d hold this tight, But gentle days keep killing the night. The flow of time shows no mercy here, I cry and say what I always feared— “We were meant to meet… But we met too late.” Do you really think that way? What are you waiting for? Where will you go from here? If I’m not there anymore? Grasping for something, anything real, Waiting for answers I’ll never feel. So many doubts, like stars that burn, Beliefs repeating, lessons unlearned. I take the long way once again, Even if none of my wishes remain. Even if nothing comes true at last, I keep walking through the past. My footsteps slow, the night turns thin, Your name echoes deep with in. No words left, just time moving on, Softly… I’m gone.