Lip print? Heart print?

Was that really the first lip print that you gave me,
or the first heart print?
I am so sorry for hardly remembering that moment anymore,
because I can't catch it again.

Should I try to forget this dream?
Or am I dreaming to try to forget?
All of your prints.
There's only something I can do,
just to feel it with my blood.

May it be ever so beautiful for me?
Or so painful for me?
And what about you?
I don't know,
Perhaps both of them,
perhaps neither of them.

Time goes on, time goes on ...