我不配 / 出口

With red eyes, you lightly touched my hand
"Sorry," you softly murmured
I am sad not merely because you have hurt me again
But also because you have become so good at apologising
Sighs, silence, combined with tears and fatigue
How is it that love is left with only these?
Has the passage of time made people a little stupider?
Evidently there was happiness, but we forget to remember those
If I could pull out of my infatuation
Caused by the scent of you being embraced by happiness
Perhaps then, we would be free from expectations
An expectation of you coming back to a promised future
I hear you say you love me, but I feel so alone
The smile could only be maintained for a few seconds before it turned sour
At this point, I just want to seek out an exit
Escaping from this chaotic lubricity, to discuss whether to love or not to love another day
I think you really love me, but I am really suffering as well
Otherwise, I wouldn't feel that even kissing is a bitter task
Where is there an exit from your presence?
But after I have left, whither can I go?
Listening to you saying you love me so, I wasn't moved
After this hug, would there be more coming?
Who can tell me where the exit lies?
To help me escape from my sinking vortex?
Even if I could find a way out, in which direction could I go?