To admit my true feelings for you is a sign of weakness—and I don't want to do it.
Although there's a big hole inside my chest I didn't even dare to mend.
I just leave it the way it is.
There's a saying goes, "time heals all wounds."
But does it really heal, or wound you even more?

Missing you is like walking under the cold rain, in the middle of nowhere.
There's nothing to do but to let it soak me until I shiver,
I...