You, ma'am, tell me that the two of us
Were lovers
And that we, together, came to live
Something important
I'm afraid what you say is a mistake
I'm without love from long ago
And the last one I had was a smudge
In my note book
You tell me that I even begged you
Not to leave
And that your goodbye left my heart
Without springtime
That I was around from bar to bar
Crying, unable to forget you
Wasting away my skin trying to remember
Your oath
I'm sorry, I wouldn't want to hurt you
Perhaps what you tell me is true
I regret to contradict you but I
Don't remember you