Perfectionism

If you said you were suspicious
You can make a sentence
If saying separation
Can be translated
If all this
Really can
I think I have to seal my loneliness

Then here
For an unlimited date
Then take the past
And slowly brush up on it
Let me fall in love with you
That scene of tragedy
Is one of your perfect performances in a play

Rather be heart-broken and weeping
Then cruelly forget
The evidence that you once loved me
Let the sparkling teardrops
Sparkle becoming memories
The beauty of hurting people

Your perfectionism
Too thorough
Makes me, hard even to start writing down my hate for you
Take sincerity to draw from and write it up as a diary
Like a scene from a pantomime
Your perfectionism
Too thorough
The words of separation are like violent language
I already cannot do anything to help mention it again
I have decided to break off with familiarity