不分手的戀愛 [Bù fēn shǒu de liàn ài] [English translation]

How much time we didn't ask about each other without noticing and everyting feels the same.

A certain night I walked down a narrow street and tears fell down silently.

The faint moonlight went through the cool air here and I hummed a song along the street.

I tried to find the tied predestination between us, which we were never able to find.

I can not feel you being strong for me.

I can really feel you lying to me.

I listen to Chopin's in silence and use Vienna to be sad.*

Your love is buried and your hate is collected. Your pain should be forgiven.

My love is of course as always and I never thought about hating you. I miss you like burning.

I look at you carring your packages, saying that you are traveling to somewhere distant.

Who can still remember that year when I held your hand and said to you, our love is always the same.

I don't understand why so many true lovers

ending up leaving each other with nothing can do.

We used to say that we are gonna have a relationship which doesn't end.

Has that promise become the walls between us?

Don't think about too much. Don't think about too much. Maybe you'll know more.

Don't want to speak. Don't want to speak. Let's just remain silent.

Now I finnally understand that the ending cannot be undone.

This never-end relationship was meant to fail as far as I'm concerned.

How much time we didn't ask about each other without noticing and everyting feels the same.

A certain night I walked down a narrow street and tears fell down silently.

The faint moonlight went through the cool air here and I hummed a song along the street.

I tried to find the tied predestination between us, which we were never able to find.

I can not feel you being strong for me.

I can really feel you lying to me.

I listen to Chopin's in silence and use Vienna to be sad.*

Your love is buried and your hate is collected. Your pain should be forgiven.

My love is of course as always and I never thought about hating you. I miss you like burning.

I look at you carring your packages, saying that you are traveling to somewhere distant.

Who can still remember that year when I held your hand and said to you, our love is always the same.

Your love is buried and your hate is collected. Your pain should be forgiven.

My love is of course as always and I never thought about hating you. I miss you like burning.

I look at you carring your packages, saying that you are traveling to somewhere distant.

Who can still remember that year when I held your hand and said to you, our love is always the same.