Tough we missed all-too-much; yet stubbornly* we kept silence
In those days, we haven't died, just became a little bit worn out
It is not that one doesn't think
It is not that one doesn't become saddened
Yet** I also had a mistake
Come, not for me
Cross my heart, it is not.
There is some other issue.
We have met somewhere famous with its wind, exactly three years ago
It is not that one doesn't think
It is not that one doesn't become saddened
Yet* I also had a mistake
Come, not for me
Cross my heart, it is not.
There is some other issue.
Come, not for me
Cross my heart, it is not.
There is some other issue
Come, not for me
Cross my heart, it is not.
There is some other issue.