There Is No Choice but to Accept the Person I Am
Without resisting,
I decide to accept it—
the countless memories that resurface,
and this heart that keeps searching for you.
Now that I have let you dwell within my heart,
I can’t let you go just by deciding to.
So at least, even if only in my dreams,
I keep wishing.
The beautiful melody you set in motion
won’t leave my mind,
and today I find myself humming it without meaning to.
To the sound of rain falling by the window,
your melody overlaps
and flows along with it.
Even on a rainy day,
beyond that distant sky,
it must still be shining.
I have given up trying to forget.
This is who I am—
the self that cannot be otherwise.
Even if I am not loved,
I have the habit of holding on,
cradling it in my chest forever.
So I will simply accept
this version of myself, just as it is.
And I will simply
continue to think of you.