Alright, even if I want to ask
I hide what I want to say within my red lips and make up lies again while having my mouth shut tight
I look up at the night sky with a comforted heart and swallow again and again and again
The night sky looks dejected and this image of you appears sad; the clothes beside you are crinkled
I want to ask who you seem to be longing for, why you’re crying silently, and why there’s no one beside you