I wonder what OK really means? Is it…

…really “OK” as in “okay”? Or is it…

…oshare kei?

I wonder. ^ω^~¨

Yesterday I spent 7 hours being cooped up in one small room, studying for the SATs.

It’s really quite intimidating to have an entire classroom of people to pause in their test-taking and stare at you for a moment.

Today I spent 3~4 hours being cooped up in a hair studio, getting my hair permanently straightened. ^ω^~

今日、、、 我哭了。

I’m holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground.
I’m hearing what you say but I just can’t make a sound.
You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down, but wait…
You tell me that you’re sorry, didn’t think I’d turn around and say that:

“It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late…
I said ‘it’s too late to apologize’, it’s too late…”

I’d take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you.
And I need you like a heart needs beat but it’s nothing new.
I loved you with a fire red, now it’s turning blue and you say, “Sorry” like the angel Heaven let me think was you but I’m afraid…
It’s too late to apologize.

It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late.
I said ‘it’s too late to apologize’, it’s too late.

It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
It’s too late to apologize, yeah
I said it’s too late to apologize, yeah:
I’m holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground…

I’m thinking about you again.
I crossed out the lines that didn’t apply to me, because those things you would never do and those things I would never do for you either.
Even if it isn’t too late to apologize.

Because:

it’s not
love

it’s not
longing

it’s just
me.