take note, there are two 'yous' here.

are you faking it?

are you even making it real?

are you sure?

i am confused by you.

and you,

what is the matter?

you came,

you went off.

you.

you.

you.

i feel insecured because of you.

back to you again.

what do you actually feel?

who do you want?

what are you?

who are you?

and you.

are you happy?

do you feel glad?

or are you mad?

what do you feel?

what do you want?

- he asks.

should i say i feel all right or shouldn't i?

what is the matter?

that is the question appeared on the mirror.

with this bells ringing at the back.

this dimmed light,

along with the sound of the violin.

tears wont come down.

in fact, 

it flew off with the wind.

this light guitar tone,

secretly brings me peace.

at it says it is the comforting sound.

slow drum beats.

what am i supposed to feel?

am i all right?

or am i not?

i am confused with the situation.

tell me why.

- he says.

may i just say that you have stolen my heart?

i was certain the the season can be held between my hug and my love.

- he says.

specially for you.

wake up in the morning,

to find your face.

watching you sleep brings me peace.

always stand by me dear,

hold my hands,

lets take a walk in the rain.

wake up in the morning,

to find your chuckles.

i am singing

"you're the finest thing that i've got,

the hurricane i'll never outrun"

always stand by me darling,

hold my hands,

and lets have our walk in the rain.

every drop of the rain,

makes me fell braver.

every inch of you further away,

makes you stronger.

- he says.

your hands in mine. good bye.

i am holding my own hands.

the shadow of mine, 

which it is.

can i say good bye to myself?

i'd sing a long good bye song.

this music reminds me of how the notation goes.

sitting by the window in the train.

with the sip of the unknown satisfaction,

takes me all the way,

helps me to think.

somehow i miss the old me.

better yet,

someone wants the modern in me.

- he says.

why cant you raise your voice to say what you mean?

not even enjoying every bit of this pain.

pain, 

pushing the pain.

i submit to whoever that causing the pain.

funny,

in a sense i used to enjoy the agony,

subconsciously i could be aroused,

but no.

maybe this is it?

is it?

even my biggest fear would laugh at this.

the river still flows, 

but no one knows.

even the expected one questions about it.

i submit to whoever that's causing this pain.

all of my senses are wallowing back.

- he says.

there's a price to pay.

the damsel is torn,

by her surroundings.

you were surely shadowed by the modern in me.

you never know,

how easy it is to break free.

- he says.