Leaving aside goodbyes, let to carry a flower
With uncertainty the dawn breaks
I woke up in a room alone
With that warmth as the only thing left
Even though I don't remember a thing about last night
I think someone else was there, but I scratch that thought
I'm still hungover, and I can't think straight
Although I don't understand anything, well, what can I do? That also is beautiful
A toothbrush on the wash stand, someone's drinking cup, a face lotion on the shelf
Everything is just things I have no memories about
The pillow smells of flowers
Leaving aside goodbyes, let to carry a flower
With uncertainty the dawn breaks
I am waking up in a room alone
With that warmth as the only thing left
Even though I really don't remember last night that well
I suspect I've been a subject to a badger game, but it may just be wishful thinking¹
Though I've been thinking about it with an already sober mind, it's fine if I don't know
Or rather, thinking this way is fine
Lavender blooming by the window, dirty sink, a knitted muffler
Everything is just things I have no memories about
The room smells of spring
A flower badger game akin to grasping for drifting clouds
With nobody coming the dusk sets in
The sole window tinged with setting sun
Left me there knowing nothing
I honestly only remember a little of what actually happened last night
Living without you, and that there's no turning back
Even now I still only think about that one thing
About you disappearing, leaving me with but a single flower
You will surely return tomorrow
Returning with an expression as if nothing happened
Even now I hear the door opening
With you saying "Sorry, I'm late"
I'm always waiting for nothing but words
Patiently waiting for the evening glow of a sunset
Before completely forgetting, picture the flowers in your mind
Today as well, alone, the night comes
By myself, I slumber in my room
Left with that warmth for no one but me
It's so stupid, but your love stays here as a given flower
Even in this room spring will come again
I'm living in a town without you
Left with that warmth for no one but me
Left with a flower for no one but me
I'm always waiting for words as they are
Patiently waiting for the evening glow of a sunset