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Qim Isle - some hearts are for two

Romanization

I feel like this
And I wonder
If it‘ll last or will I twist it

I feel like this
And I wonder
If I‘m out here on my own

I‘m feeling rough
I‘m feeling rougher

‘til you make a sound that heals

Oh, silhouette
You shoned over us
And we lost count for two

And in the times of somber
We‘ll make it out alright

I‘ll always be your arms‘ wide
With all that‘s between us

At times I feel like one with you
What tickles on my feet
Oh, it‘s weird how real it is
(Is it your feet or my feet?)
(It‘s my feet)

On a night one of my worn-out sandals
finally got torn out from straps
We layed heads on the its tearer, sharp-pebbles
Bearfooted, just amused,
gazing at the stars,
listening to the sketches of the songs
we shared prior to that moment
I felt no more closer to you
as the kindredness of our hearts were always clear
Rather I felt the world closing in,
and yet, I felt comfortable, I felt relieved, I felt safe.
And for the first time in years my half-hearted,
undecisive, passive-agressive,
pathetic-self saw it for what it was
This reckless, unorganized, tumultuous,
beautiful entanglement of the two-worlds
A synchronization of the two
as some hearts are for two

Hangeul

I feel like this
And I wonder
If it‘ll last or will I twist it

I feel like this
And I wonder
If I‘m out here on my own

I‘m feeling rough
I‘m feeling rougher

‘til you make a sound that heals

Oh, silhouette
You shoned over us
And we lost count for two

And in the times of somber
We‘ll make it out alright

I‘ll always be your arms‘ wide
With all that‘s between us

At times I feel like one with you
What tickles on my feet
Oh, it‘s weird how real it is
(Is it your feet or my feet?)
(It‘s my feet)

On a night one of my worn-out sandals
finally got torn out from straps
We layed heads on the its tearer, sharp-pebbles
Bearfooted, just amused,
gazing at the stars,
listening to the sketches of the songs
we shared prior to that moment
I felt no more closer to you
as the kindredness of our hearts were always clear
Rather I felt the world closing in,
and yet, I felt comfortable, I felt relieved, I felt safe.
And for the first time in years my half-hearted,
undecisive, passive-agressive,
pathetic-self saw it for what it was
This reckless, unorganized, tumultuous,
beautiful entanglement of the two-worlds
A synchronization of the two
as some hearts are for two