~𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨
𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱
𝘠𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦~
It's like a wind that gently strokes me
She was the wind. She was the wind that helped him go further. The gentle wind that's just there to help. The one, that's calming and relaxing during summer when it's super hot.
Now she was the storm. Destroying, angry. Angry at herself.
It's like a dust that gently drifts along
But also the slightest dust can become dirt at some point. His situation was at the point, where all the dust collects to dirt. Where all the slightest bad things got to one big bad thing.
You're there but for some reason, I can't reach you, stop
She was still there. There were still those memories that he kept but he can't reach her. He can't reach the memories. She's just dust in the light. He knows that she's there, but reaching her was impossible
You, who is like a dream is a butterfly high to me
