but when did i feel remorseful? was it yesterday? or maybe...today i thought i can live without them— but, how can i be so cruel when all they ever wanted was for me to grow yet, i refuse to oh, darling... how can i live without you two? what is life without them? why does the weight of suffering outweigh art of living? live—live with me, until i grow old for i will carry all your sufferings exist, and live the art of life |lcvel3i