The ending

You have always told me that my interpretations of the stories were much better than the ones written by reality.

My scenarios vary, the scenery in which changes from time to time,

The space is always filled by people of every kind,

There’s even some pop music on the background, Words and actions differentiate, and rarely repeat themselves, Yet the ending is still the same.

No matter what has driven us apart,

No matter what has gotten us back at place,

The ending stays the same.

No matter how hard we’ve tried,

No matter what future we’ve pursued and how far we’ve run away,

No matter how skillfully we’ve denied or how fearlessly have fought,

No matter how many mistakes have been made or how much time has been lacked,

The ending remained the same:

We got each other a second chance.

It felt our story was not just ended with “goodbye”,

It felt we’d choose each other the next time,

It felt we’d meet someday and life would finally make sense again.

So, I’d rather believe in a happy ending than face the fact that I have lost you long before I could've even let myself have you.

And I’d rather choose to believe in a second chance than to know I have failed the only try I could’ve ever had.