My incautious subjective impression?
My shallow plaything?
Nothing but my change of mind?
My stupid consolation?
My diversion for a little while?
My fleeting escape?
My renewed decision?
Well, maybe I have just seen a nightmare.
Or,
by any chance,
is this my tragic death,
called,
"love" or "You"?
music : Hanne Hukkelberg - Do Not As I Do