Life full of guessing, that will never end.

Is a sudden far, a sudden close escape is the freedom you want?

Then I rather go back to the life of being alone.

Is a sudden cold, sudden hot warmth is your excuse?

Then I rather to have never been serious with you.

In this feeling, who is right or wrong? I already don't want to bother.

The more you care about someone, the more unguessable it is.

Unable to guess, whether lately, your silence is good or bad? And I don't want to ask too much.

Unable to guess (is it) getting along with each other is lonelier than breaking up?

Two person is just satisfied just to get through?

Unable to feel every touch. It's real. It's hot.