歌詞：

October 11th 5:00p.m. before dinner at home

A tiny sparkle in my brain suddenly flits across

 

I wonder what that is

Either inspiration or injury

Melody comes and goes

Is it the time to seize it? but no,

 

God, love isn't based on the ratio of right and wrong nor how it appears

Then why am I so frustrated whenever I notice I'm incomplete

 

I wish I'm mature enough to give but end up with being the opposite one

I feel myself childish

Or maybe it is the remedy

(I feel myself beloved)
(because of your remedy)

 

Saturday morning is soothing

promenade in an autumn city

I feel the warmth of your hand holding mine

in my dream, saying, "no worries, you're good."

If I were just fumbling around all those years

What could’ve lead me to you

I feel warmth of your hand holding mine

when I'm on the bus

as the world's rushing by

 

I ain't got no eloquence

But be vulnerable in peace,

Forgiveness ain't no oblivion

Or I’ll be doomed by sensitivity