Although we’ve missed each other a lot,
because of our jerkiness,
we've kept our silence
Because of those days,
we aren't dead yet
but just consumed away a little
One can’t help but think
Or be upset:
But, It’s my fault, too.
Come, not for me,
I swear, not for me
There is something else.
Three years ago
We met in a place
Famous with its wind
Today,
We've stumbled across each other
In the same distinguished neighborhood.
One can’t help but think
Or be upset:
But, It’s my fault, too.
Come, not for me,
I swear, not for me
There is something else.
Come, not for me,
I swear, not for me
There is something else.
Come, not for me,
I swear, not for me
There is something else.