pain

If I were to depart, chasing foolish ambitions in distant lands, would my absence cause a small pain in your heart?
When the snow blew cold over the land, and I see my solitary reflection in the mirror, will you shed a tear in my memory?
After weathering a long, brutal storm alone, could you look me in the eye and tell me that you are happy?

I'm lost,
I'm torn,
But I go on,
I go on.

I've tried to melt your heart. You've turned cold inside, resisting any emotion I may show for you. I'm at a loss, I'm at a crossroads. Like cold butterfly wings, my hopes crumble under the weight of your absence and indifference.