The Sin of Staying Alive

You have no reason left to meet with me...that's true. Don't take it to heart...but there's no harm in telling you—I want so desperately to be with you. Even if I hold you fiercely...that small distance between us, even that much I cannot bear.

The one you love is someone else—I know. Still, this fierce desire to go on loving you hasn't diminished one bit. I ask nothing of you—do you believe that? But if you were to leave me...the thought makes me breathless with dread! Restless with panic!

You know I'm a hopeless madman. Ha ha ha...no, I mean, I have no desire to live at all. Only, because the Creator gave you to me as a gift—I can meet the person within myself. Tell me, can I offer you these bloodshot eyes of mine as a present?

Thinking of you, I've written quite a few words. But can words really capture you properly, tell me! Even words grow weary—this futile attempt to hold that madness in your eyes, I keep trying it every moment instead.

I want you to know how much chaos descends in your absence—my hours turn cursed. How do I tell you...when I hold you close, all my ailments are cured. How do I even tell you...to stay with me just a little longer!