Bound by the past, tied to the present
The reason why I’m unable to be honest with myself began the moment I started trying to forget.
Whether you want remember it or not, is up to you.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen eyes like that. Eyes that burn with the desire to become stronger.
My dream on that day must have been my last present I’ve gotten from you.
I now long for something that doesn’t exist between us. It’s love, that’s what I want now.
From past to present, bound by fate.