The Distence of the Pocific Ocean

Broken line of love, is always just in the past.
Not now, not necessarily in the future.
Only the past still exist.

A distance of the Pacific,
Is it really so far away？
Tied at both ends of the ocean,
It’s you with a sweet smile and say you love me.

Maybe too much harm,
And I care your love too much.
So I envy,
So I jealous.

Your decision is so firm that I don't know.
I try to persuade the heart that you’re not sure.
After holding your hands,
You said that those love is only for the past.

Open your hands,
I can never find touched-happiness on it.
All complained,
I think you understand.
That was after I gave up everything but I still care about you…
I feel painful of my heart.