The Luxury of Illness

Living in imagination is a kind of terrible disease—as if each moment passes like a nightmare.

Suddenly one day, two familiar people become utterly strange to each other.
Do we remain prisoners in cages of discomfort just to preserve long acquaintance?

But all these addresses are meaningless to me!
Don't waste so much time searching for someone who chooses to disappear.

I was so deeply within you—you never even realized...that I exist!
Still, there was a little compassion for me in your heart!
Doesn't love grow from compassion?

The chapter of knowing you was so brief.
The longer the gaze of a familiar face—does expectation grow even more? Is that when people become strangers?

In that sense, there was no chance to become unfamiliar with you. It's been ages since I saw you!
Since that day, the intimate me in the chambers of my heart...
had left me somehow, without my knowing.

You still fill my everything—
yet I am nothing to you.
It's all fate!