On the table there are figs ripening without noticing it even though their sweet scent is inviting somehow I can't reach out my hand...
Only by loving you I'm causing someone else to be unhappy I avert my gaze suddenly and look for relief in the light that comes through the window Forgive me for this love...
I wonder what was written in Vermeer's letter somehow my current self understands it... Even though I know that that moment was a mistake I don't have regrets about our unexpected meeting My destiny
There are precious things that disappear when you touch them with your fingers if that happens then I'd rather close my eyes and not see anything anymore
I know that I don't have the requirements to love you my room gets darker everything becomes the same under the blindfold of love's pain
Without even writing a reply to Vermeer's letter my pure white stationary represents the feelings in my heart I can't betray someone I don't know instead of hurting her I'll turn this into a memory Your destiny
There are fruits whose flowers don't bloom but secretly open when the night comes I will certainly remember just like the bright sunlight love is a memory
I wonder what was written in Vermeer's letter somehow my current self understands it... Even though I know that that moment was a mistake I don't have regrets about our unexpected meeting My destiny