There are people who try to understand us,
why we can't understand them?
There are people who misunderstood us,
why we try to understand them?
Understand and being understood,
the chance is like a grain in the desert...
There are people who love us with all their heart,
why we can't love them back?
There are people whom we love but didn't love us,
why we try to be loved by them?
Loving and being loved,
the chance is like a drop in the ocean...
There are who trust us without doubt,
why we can't trust them too?
There are people whom we trust but backstabed us then,
why we try to maintain our trust for them?
Trusting and being trusted,
the chance is like a needle in the hay...
There are people who want us to stay close to them,
why we want to go even though they begged us to stay?
There are people whom we want to stay close to us,
why we begged them even though we know they'll go anyway?
Being closed with the people we longing for,
the chance is like a dust in the sky...
Within this ephemeral dream,
mutual chance are rare.
Why don't we give the things we craving so much,
rather than longing for people to give them to us?