Sometimes I really hate myself... Whenever I see you upset over certain things, I couldn't help you anything at all but to only ask you to cheer up. I'm so useless, I couldn't resolve your sorrowful thoughts. It's hurt to see you dejected. Ask yourself, how would you feel when you see the one you hearted the most low-spirited?

You're probably out there longing for something which may or may not turn out to be. Me too... I'm here waiting for you, just like you're out there waiting for him. You know it's hurt when the love you gave is not returned. The same thing applies to me. That's how sorrowful I am now...

I'm trying my very best to treat you as a friend, a normal friend. However, the more I tried, the bigger the failure was. I really can't imagine the days without you. I would rather die than losing you. I think my love towards you had turn into obsession. However, of course, I know how to control myself. Life still goes on, but it will definitely goes on in a different way. I'm thinking and dreaming of you every moment.

Frankly, although you're not the first girl I ever love, but you're the first girl who I love the most ever since my life started. I swear it's true. I never love a girl so deeply in my life before. I swear you are the first and you'll be the last.

You said that "everything that's happening is not fated. Everything you do will still be the same. What's the point to forget? It's useless anyway..." I agree with you. What's the point to forget when everything was just an illusion? If I've got the choice, I will choose never got to know you rather than knowing you and fall in love with you and feeling disconsulated and despaired. Should I known this as fate or a stupid prank by the god?

It's not my mistake to fall in love with you and it's not a burden for you to have somebody admiring you.

--- Will I be the one you will call,
Whenever your heart breaks and spirit begins to fall?

Will I be the one you will think of,
If you had one lasted person to see before the plane takes off?

You know that I'll fight for you.
But how can I fight for someone who won't even be there?

How am I suppose to tell you all these,
When all that you're listening to are the lies from other guys?

Sometimes I don't believe my own intuition,
When I make promises and you make them worthless.

The melody plays whenever you let my hopes down,
The melancholy man who is left all alone to break down and cry.