멜랑콜리의 숲

I'm trapped by the words, "I can't even try."
I've lived with them for so long.
​My chest feels heavy, and it's hard to breathe.
I'm avoiding people,
and I'm always short on sleep.
My body has no strength.
​The daily conflict with myself always ends with me hating myself.
But what allowed me to endure was the people I love.
And one thing I didn't want to admit:
my naive belief that they would always stay the same.
​It hits me now, to the bone, that you were living your life
more and faster than I was.
​Please don't be sick.
Strangely, when you hurt, I hurt just the same.
It's too late for me to be better or to change; the time and space
between us have become too vast.
​But still, I managed to get through today.
Please, keep living.
If you can, live with less hardship and more happiness.
I hope there is laughter.
When was the last time we laughed together?
​I miss you even now,
but how much more will I miss you later?