Do yourself a favor
Please go back and never return
I’m in a dead-end.
Don’t wait for me.
On that smoky hill,
From my window where I look at you
One last news
I’m on a stream.
I looked at it and it doesn’t work out
I gave up, it doesn’t work out
I’m in a straddle, it doesn’t end.
I’m fed up with here
Maybe there, the ones who were left on my mind will be erased.
Don’t come close
Don’t come close.
How is it gonna be?
How is it gonna be?
Where shall I run away and be saved?
How is it gonna be?
How is it gonna be if you’re not gonna end my pain
The night is cold and lonely
There is no trace of you
In your dark vortex,
I am collapsing.
I have to be with you
Even if I run away I cannot hide.
There’s no trace of logic in me again.