Why can I not slow down the time, let me be able to  meet you later;

Why can I not speed up the time, let me be able to embrace you?

I blame you because you never looked back at me.
Because you do not know, I am afraid.
I'm afraid in that unexpected moment you will walk away from me,
And disappear in the crowd, without any trace.

Sometimes, I think I'm crazy.
I would rather to spend all my beautiful adolescence in exchange for an impossible promise from you.
But you cannot give it
Because the pendulum of time is in your eyes.

I begin to suspect that you really love me and care about me.
If so, why wouldn't you know that I need you to stay with me;
Why wouldn't you know that I want to embrace you in every second?

'' I miss you '' has become more and more pointless;
'' I love you '' has become more and more worthless.

I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that one day in the future, I will tire ... cry ... give up.

Can anyone tell me?
How can I fix love?
How can I find the experienced craftsman,
Who knows the secret of time,
To help me transfer the pendulum to the time that I want?
The time only belonging to you and me.