I humbly beg your pardon.
I was like a child so that I only tried to see what I wanted to. That I only tried to feel what I wanted to.
That I only tried to build what I wanted to. That I only tried to go with you what I wanted to.
There was more than that. Something unfigured, something unsure, something undefined.
Yes multiple 'something's have been existed.
You frustrated when I questioned. You wanted Trust including no question within us.
I brought up my culture. I brought up my knowledge and definition to you.
I must be a faithless person.
You will laugh or will not laugh at the fact that I often ask my Lord.
I must be a faithless person.
Since depth and width of your world is too deep and wide, I can't walk along with you.
I have no breath left.
I almost forgot you for the past months.
Is there October Magic in the world?
As October comes, I feel like being surrounded by the prison bar.
Freedom of my heart is ripped off.
You smile at me over there, just over there, but I can't touch you...
You look fine, but I can't talk to you...
As November comes, the magic will vanish away.
Then I will forget you again.
Complete extinction of October Magic will have two meanings.
But neither of them am I willing to see its coming.
No, no.
I am again about to build my culture here.
Before expecting what will come, something has to be done.
Another 'something' should be added to multiple somethings.
Oh Lord, forgive me please.
I know what I have done wrong.
I will obey the time you decide.
