Wind, doesn't have to understand rain's wandering
Sand, doesn't have to understand ocean's vastness
Sky, doesn't have to understand rain's desolation
Not every love story must have an ending

Smoke, doesn't have to understand hand's loneliness
Wine, doesn't have to understand throat's entrusting
Tear, doesn't have to understand eyes' vulnerability
Not every person could be happy

Sitting in the night train of memories
Slowly closing in on the past
Finally putting down all the love, hatred, and entanglement
Finally deciding to be by myself

You don't have to understand my choice
You don't have to understand my sadness
You don't have to understand my silence
Not every kind of hurt must be be told