every time I pass through these streets
I get crazy more than it can be expected
believe me, everything I see these days
my thought reminds me of you
everything I see
my thought reminds me of you
it seems like my steps
are so subordinate to these streets while you're not here
I walked here that much
that even the streets got tired of me
in this pavement
among these people
by mistake, but I saw you
that why you're not here
I asked this question from every person that I saw
I asked a hundred times
while you were involved
with leaving
I fought pointlessly
right from the beginning
you didn't want me
I got it so late
it seems like my steps
are so subordinate to these streets while you're not here
I walked here that much
that even the streets are tired of me