Today is Monday,
yesterday's silence is just a preview of today's storm.
First a mild wind, then a strong storm...
That is how this story of breakup began.
Didn't I love you? Or wasn't I loved?
How much of it were lies and how much of it was truth?
We made simple sentences that were chosen carefully,
we said goodbye, the storm outside had blown over.
Now will I walk that bright road
that I like alone?
Will I watch the movies we picked
one by one all by myself?