I didn’t write this, but I think it explains perfectly what the song is about. Or at least, how I feel right now.
This song is about falling in love with the person you can never be with. A love with consequence: a cat can never be with a mouse because no matter how they love each other, the cat will end up hurting the mouse. In the song, the man eventually ends up hurting the woman, and feels sorry for it. And he asks is he supposed to be happy when all he ever wanted came with a price. The price is the woman’s life or her own happiness.
Woke up at around 2:30 AM once again, but this time, I wasn’t so sure if I’d attend the training. I went online for a while to check if my other classmates would attend and, to my delight, they weren’t attending. So, I went back to sleep and had a good night’s rest. In a blink of an eye, I find myself in the immersion area enjoying the chicken my mother cooked for us. The other immersionists were also there and we were having fun chatting and bonding with one another. After quite some time, a white light starts piercing my field of vision. I opened my eyes and I find myself back in my room. It’s morning already and everything I saw and experience for what seemed like the past few hours were nothing but just a dream!
The thought of each and every person having their own personal life story and significance in the grander scheme of things is, in itself, mind-blowing. It’s almost beyond comprehension to imagine how everyone is connected and has their own purpose in life. More often than not, there’s just so many people around us that it’s hard to see that the world doesn’t just revolve around, well, us. That each and everyone has a soul of their own, and that they have their own dreams, aspirations, history, background—their own personal life story. Trying to grasp that in all its grandness and majesty is truly awe inspiring. The world, and the people living in it, is just simply awesome.
The moment we were conceived in the womb, the clock started ticking. The count down to our deaths began, and with death an ever present possibility in each and every second, do we live each day as if it were our last?