She's looking at the moon, how it lights the night.
She doesn't feel joy, she doesn't feel right.
She only feels fright, and cries.
After all, she's dying inside.
How would this night be if he was here?
Would he be here if he could hear her cry?
People laugh, people enjoy themselves.
The only thing she wants is to erase.
To erase memories, to erase herself.
She's invisible, she doesn't leave trace.
She's so isolated it's hard to believe.
After all, she doesn't even want to live.
She wishes everything.
She doesn't wish anything.
She wishes her soul to be liberated,
to run away, away from that broken mind.
She remembers her first kiss there
When her world wasn't aghast.
She used to dream about the future.
Now she dreams about the past.