[Chorus:]
When the wayworn sun gently
Bid adieu to the blue sea,
You confessed, made the truth plea:
There was no love.
I felt saddened a little
Without heartache or sorrow.
Then your words sounded hollow,
Like hand in glove:
We are parting but I won't hold grudges,
We are both to blame for this impasse.
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We are parting but I won't hold grudges,
We are both to blame for this impasse.
(Chorus)