Those moments have passed...
Those memories should be gone..
But they're not..

I feel like an empty glass bottle...
Drifting away in the far and wide ocean..
I can't see where I'm going..
I can't see when it'll end..

The bottle remains empty...
Be it rain or shine...
It'll always be dry...
No water is going to fill it...
No water is going to overflow...

Does it really look like an empty bottle?
Maybe it does...
But it's never empty...
All bottled up just that no one would ever know...
No one would ever find out...

It's all weak and fragile...
Bur ir'll continue to stay firm...
Stay strong...
Because that's the least it can do to itself...