J'ai laissé sonner une heure pensant que mon heure avais sonné...
I'm facing an huge writer block for my fic Be There or Be Square so I don't know when I will be able to update it, it's really frustrating.
I'm truly sorry for those who follow this fic and I hope you'll understand and be patient ^^"
Thanksfully I'm still inspired enough to write oneshots like this one, which is based on this song : L'heure avait sonné , by Joyce Jonathan.
I felt the need to write something about the distance between YunJae and the fact that they haven't been in contact for so long.
Also I want to share a thought for all the people in Japan who are going through a hard time because of the earthquake.
bexy31 I'm glad to know you're safe and I dedicate this oneshot to you
(even if it's actually not that great but I couldn't do better :S)
J'ai laissé sonner une heure pensant que mon heure avait sonné
J'ai lésé tous les bonheurs, pendant ce temps-là tu m'oubliais
J'ai laissé sonner une heure pensant que mon heure avait sonné
Moi je t'attendais dehors, pendant ce temps tu m'oubliais
C'est fou ce qu'on peut être con
L'amour rend parfois trop con
Parfois trop...
On chasse ce qu'il y a de pire
Pour croire et pour s'épanouir
Parfois trop...
You tried calling him again today.
Once again you couldn't even reach him.
You don't know anymore if it's because you have the wrong number,
if he refuses to pick up the phone because he knows it's you and doesn't want to talk to you,
or if it's because he doesn't recognize the number and thinks it's a prank call.
It could also be because he is busy or didn't hear his phone ringing or an even worse reason,
such as him enjoying a date with a beautiful woman, or him being sick.
You just don't know.
But whatever the reason is, he isn't picking up and it's killing you.
J'ai laissé sonner une heure pensant que mon heure avait sonné. J'ai lésé tous les bonheurs, pendant ce temps-là tu m'oubliais
J'ai laissé sonner une heure pensant que mon heure avait sonné
Moi je t'attendais dehors, pendant ce temps tu m'oubliais
A ta porte je me revois
Les fleurs à la main, je l'aperçois
Une autre que moi
Your phone rings and you quickly glance at the screen, an unknown number flashing through it.
You debate wether picking up or not.
"Maybe it's him", you think.
But you soon dismiss the stupid hope that he is, indeed, the one calling.
It's probably some fans, or antis, who managed, god knows how, to get a hold of your number.
And, though you don't want to admit it, you're not even sure you would have answered if you
were sure it was him anyways.
The ringing finally stops and you lay back on your bed, clutching your phone in your hand.
The sudden silence is killing you.
J'ai laissé sonner une heure pensant que mon heure avait sonné
J'ai lésé tous les bonheurs, pendant ce temps-là tu m'oubliais
J'ai laissé sonner une heure pensant que mon heure avait sonné
Moi je t'attendais dehors, pendant ce temps tu m'oubliais
J'ai laissé sonner une heure pensant que mon heure avait sonné
J'ai lésé tous les bonheurs, pendant ce temps-là tu m'oubliais
J'ai laissé sonner une heure pensant que mon heure avait sonné
Moi je t'attendais dehors, pendant ce temps tu m'oubliais.....