She knows it by herself; By her own will,
If she comes back home
Whatever she orders/demands,
I will abide by, wholeheartedly
The one who knows both of us
I want him/her to tell
the truth
Chorus
I can't get used to it, (that) the house is quiet
I can't stand this; (that) I'm left without you
My hands and feet are tied
(left) In oblivion, I'm waiting
I'm waiting
I can't get used to it; the house is quiet
I can't stand this;(that) I'm left without you
Her arrival is troublesome
I'm not abandoning hope