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Like That Day Three Years Ago君の最後の言葉
Your last word
君の最後の姿が
Your last appearance
砂のように胸の中で
Is like sand in my chest
ざらつく
It’s gritty
分からない
I don’t understand
今でも僕を苦しめるその音が
Even now, the sounds afflict me
君の声なのか
Whether it’s your voice
雨音なのか
Or the sound of rain
今僕が歌うこの歌が
This song that I sing now
今でも残っている僕のことなのか
Even now, whether I’m leaving
雨音なのか
Or the sound of rain
He’d thought he’d be doing better by now, to be honest.
Three years gone by and he still feels the same debilitating weight on his chest every day; while not as painful as before, it still sticks in his heart and refuses to leave, to matter how hard he tries to brush it away.
He still wakes up with nightmares of your face, your voice, and that day all over again, his lungs heaving and his throat crying out a name that no one will ever respond to in the dead of night.
He doesn’t know how to liberate himself from you, and sometimes he wonder if he ever will.
Sometimes he wonders if you even know, or even care, about the effects you’ve had on him.
“You look like ,” Daehyun tells him one morning as they sit inside a café, while Himchan’s down his second Americano of the hour (those still bring back pain for him, too, but the thought of living the rest of his life without caffeine is an even more painful proposition). “Are you doing okay? You never talk to us much anymore.”
“I’m surviving,” Himchan grimaces, “sort of.”
Daehyun just looks at him, pity in his eyes, and Himchan feels so defeated.
He knows there’s not much else to do but pity him, but that doesn’t make him feel any better about it.
“We’re all worried,” Daehyun says, voice soft and hesitant, like he’s treading around shattered glass.
Himchan doesn’t have the
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