I would romanticize the pouring rain
Only if you were the one to fall,
I would adore the scorching sun
Only if you promised to be the rays.
I would drown to the depth of sea
Only if you were the sea,
I would even cherish the red stain
Only if you pulled the dagger.
I would walk a thousand miles
Only if you promised to be the destination,
I would wait forever
Only if you promised to come.
The grief of never being enough
Is a slow-burning fire that's burning me alive,
Almost enough, but never enough
Enough to be promised the eternity.
