The last chance to see "Blue Moon"

Help Me...

Back then I always believed that nothing's impossible

However,

The more I walk, the more I realize

There are things made not for me

'though I want it wholeheartedly,

'though I fight for it 'till half-death,

'though I think about it every single time...

Too far for my little hands to reach

Too beautiful you blinding my eyes

Too adamant your heart for me to waver

Maybe, just maybe, do I think too high of myself?

That I want him whom I can't reach

but how couldn't I want him

if there isn't any reason not to love him?

The more I walk the more I realize

You're not meant for me

So, help me to let you go

Help me to throw this hope and feeling away to the end of the world

So it can find the new love where it can perch on

The more I walk the more I realize

my feet are tired...

the steps are trembling

May be I should stop here,

or may be take a break for a while on the street-side,

or may be turn on the intersection

or should I walk a little more to find a shelter?

Either from you or the other who has been waiting for me 

in the end of the intersection

Help me to answer

Please.....