Nothing is available
What will be, will be.
I might know my heart someday.
Have you ever really loved?
Love – for others it’s so easy
But for me, it’s like an unerasable tattoo
I empty my glass again
After playing like crazy all day, I erase my thick makeup
Will I forget by being like this?
Looking miserable, on top of my half-erased cheeks
On top of the half-erased lipstick,
With my blackened and smeared tears, I can’t forget him.
Please party with me
I don’t want to erase my makeup yet
"I don't know if I can do this."
"You just have to pretend that she is still around."
"Is it even possible?"
"Or how do you think I can still survive here over these 10 years?"
They both looked at each other in silence. Contemplating.