¿Cómo es que en mi dolor se cobijó una frase de ensombrecida empatía sin mi concentimiento?

Mi anudada garganta la sintió y reaccionó.

¿Dónde estaba mi conciencia?

Desnudaron los párpados la verdadera imágen desquebrajada.

Always the years between us....

-The sound broke all the feelings i could ever had.

...And when i wrote it, it seems i've heard later in somewhere of my mind. I don't know found the exactly words to tell something and i try my best.

I choose the ways to face the life... every choise bring me to different place... then i got two worlds; maybe more than.

What's the right when you don't belong?

...I should ask in different way, but you may imagine it.