I have but one memory,
Which belongs only to me.
I see her smile again,
but it is not enough.
There are happy people,
who live around me.
They are the lovers,
but they do not know it.
The lovers who pass by
Do not return,
but the trace
of their footsteps remains in my heart.
We are loved often,
but we only love once.
I would have wanted long-term (a long-term relationship),
but she didn't want it.
When I see those who are in love,
pass by so close to me,
They cause me pain
because they do not know (that they are lovers)
The lovers who pass by
Do not return,
but the trace
of their footsteps remains in my heart.
I have one hope left,
it is that of forgetting,
But I think of it each time
I see them (lovers) pass by.
The lovers who pass by
Do not return,
but the trace
of their footsteps remains in my heart.