I made a wish to God To turn back time if it’s possible Putting your candle and mine at equal length Yet I know that’s not probable For the clock is immaterial With its ticks unreturnable If only we hadn’t met All these wouldn’t have happened You see me as a mere friend Yet I’m hoping to be someone more The feelings overflowing from my heart are trapped, Imprisoned within this tiny receptacle I just can’t bear it anymore, They’re nagging me every night Turning me an insomniac Truly, I can never confess to you How will the world see the misfits? Knowing that term “us” will never make it Your candle shorter than mine Surely agonizing for both of us Even if you are to accept