GRAVITY/イサンムストファカマ

I used to believe that time could heal everything that if I just waited long enough,
the sharp edges of this feeling would fade.
But no matter how many days or seasons pass,
your name still lingers in the air.
It hides in the wind,
in the quiet of the night,
in the small pauses between my own thoughts.

I’ve learned how to smile again.
I can laugh, talk, even look fine on the surface.
But when someone new tries to be kind,
something inside me still pulls away
like a quiet voice saying,
“This isn’t you.”

It’s not that I’ve given up on love.
It’s just that I don’t know how to believe in it anymore.
What we had was too deep, too bright,
too real to ever be replaced.

So if it isn’t you,
then maybe it’s no one.
And that’s okay.
This isn’t sadness anymore
it’s a kind of peace.
Because the day I met you,
I got to hold the whole world for a moment.
And even after that world slipped away,
I’m still here,
living quietly inside the light you left behind.