Actually, I'm very tired.


　　No one in this world understands me.　　Actually, I'm very tired.
　　Actually, no one has ever understood me. I'm used to pretending to be strong, used to facing everything alone…
　　I don't know what I really want.
　　Sometimes,
　　I can talk happily with everyone, I can be very unrestrained;
　　but no one knows that it's just a disguise, a very deliberate disguise.
　　I thought I could make myself very happy,
　　but I can't find the source of happiness.
　　I'm not used to telling others about my problems, because everyone has their own life, their own pain.
　　Actually, I cherish the people around me, but the pressure of life makes me good at forgetting, forgetting all those memories
　　. I thought forgetting could make me happy…
　　but I only feel more lonely…
　　The night deepens, the air around me is cold…
　　I sit alone in the car, staring blankly at the sky…
　　I don't even know what I'm thinking…
　　reminiscing about the past, that's all.
　　Actually, I also long for someone to understand me; to enter my heart…
　　Actually, I'm very tired, I really want to let go of everything…
　　but the pressure of reality only allows me to carry these burdens slowly…

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