Joy

I understand now,
I really understand it,
or I just probably feel that I understand.

Science of this,
that of that,
every life has it.

That I'll probably miss you,
I'll probably regret it,
but it's just another joy I've found.

And I'll probably regret it,
again and again.
Cause it'll be just another joy again.

I'm confused, girl.
I'll probably be alone,
or I'll probably be with you.

But it never matters,
doesn't it?
Love doesn't hate.

I'll probably regret it,
but I just love it.
So, let's just let it be.

Till we meet again.