I never get to tell you what I needed to tell.
I never get to show you what I must show.
Is it my fault?
Is it everybody's fault?
maybe, its nobody's fault.
You didn't see and feel
what I was thinking,
what I was saying,
what I was doing,
for you.
You didn't see and feel "everything".
Thus, "everything" turned out bitter,
and that "everything" was sweet from the start,
for me.
But, what else can I do?
Wish that you saw and felt that "everything"?
I kept that "everything" for almost the half of the year,
only from you.
Everybody knew "everything" except you.