[Cover] Notebook — August Heat

I see the feelings I've set aside. Putting myself in last place. Waiting so long for you. Like your tears will fall.

What is happiness, anyway? Love hurt, hurt made me cry, crying left me tired,

still clinging to my diary. Hoping for your kindness, like a film just for me. It seems to transform me.

Love hurt, hurt, hurt, and I cried, crying left me tired, my mind always chasing.

Telling myself to let go, close my eyes, let you leave. Burn the diary and start anew.