Now I feel like
I don't know anything.
Now I quicken my steps.
She's looking out the window,
Seeing me passing by outside.
She doesn't know
what I'm going through.
In her blue eyes
a warm moon is hung,
Now she's as sad as I am,
Surely.
She's taking out my clothes,
Eating strawberries by herself.
She doesn't know what I'm going through.
Of course, no love is endless,
But this end seems cursed to me.
I'm walking among the people down the street,
Yelling, "Oh oh oh oh oh oh,
Tell her."
Now I move on as if
not all is lost.
It's moving in my gut,
Ruining my nights.
I think my love with her
is the most important thing.
She doesn't know what I'm going through.
Of course, no love is endless,
But this end seems cursed to me.
I'm walking among the people down the street,
Yelling, "Oh oh oh oh oh oh,
Tell her."
As she drives away, I'm staying.
Never moving from this spot.
I'm walking through the city, aching
from missing her.
I go back to my room and that is it.
Writing songs, singing them.
She doesn't know what I'm going through.
Of course, no love is endless,
But this end seems cursed to me.
I'm walking among the people down the street,
Yelling, "Oh oh oh oh oh oh,
Tell her."