Even in the midst of flowing time,
I feel languid, look, spinning around and around.
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, didn't you know?
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing?
My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Is there a future for someone like me?
Will I still exist in a world like this?
Is this painful?
Is it sad?
Not even knowing this myself.