Jenga

Indefinite sentiments, affections with sin piled up
It's a game of tactics that the evader is a winner
I wonder what the point of the thing that gained by losing is?

Pretending not to notice it, pretending not to be wounded
I have kept the truth by telling a lie
My heart lost the place to go, where should I pile it up on?

We searched out, with groping, the future we should choose
I felt like I caught sight of your tears from the gap to which I pulled it out

It has easily collapsed before your and my eyes
Though that was vanity and mortifying, and I still don't want to acknowledge it
If we can rewind time, we would to earlier than to meet
They, which are us without doubting in those days, are left scattered in silence

To keep your heart from wounding,
And not to wound myself,
I said good-bye in that time but I wonder if I made a good smile?

For sure, we always spent time, glossing over myself in this way,
Even though we were nearly crushed under many inconsistencies piled up

We formed the limited time we piled up each other just like the eternal, and
We were dreaming — our future

It has easily collapsed before your and my eyes,
Though that was vanity and mortifying, and I still don't want to acknowledge it
I suppose time will cruelly keep repeating many times
Before even my joyful memory has been gone,
I'm going to collect up once again the pieces of you and me