I trace the etched and perforated lines with my fingers
In order to cut myself free of these faded feelings
I can do it so easily that tears well up in my eyes,
And that's why I can tear you away without a second thought
Though they were deep within me up till yesterday morning,
Next thing I know, they're tumbling out before my eyes now
I cut off the imperfect and hazy color of love with sentimental arguments
I folded it convex, then concave. Then I crumpled it up
If only I could throw it into the trash with a pragmatic "not my problem."
The tears I shed yesterday are being cut off
I committed the crime of wrenching myself open in cold blood, my voice low,
In order to set these trapped feelings free
Though I'd had lovely recollections of you up till last night,
Change their colors once you give up
I cleared away unnecessary memories, I cast away heavy burdens,
And all that was left behind was my frail self
It was still a beautiful memory within me until last night
Next thing I know, I can't even recall your name
I cut off the imperfect and hazy color of love with sentimental arguments
I folded it convex, then concave. Then I crumpled it up
If only I could throw it into the trash with a pragmatic "not my problem."
The tears I shed yesterday are being cut off
The person I loved yesterday is being cut off
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