Between heaven and the ground, there is something
with a tendency to go bald
out of so much remembering.
And that something, who is me,
is a two-faced picture
that only shows one face.
The face seen is a Signal* advertising.
The hidden face is the result
of my genius idea of kicking you out.
It's so hard for me to forget you.
It's so hard for me.
Forgetting you is so hard for me.
Forgetting fifteen thousand charms
is too much good judgement.
And I don't know if it makes me prudent
but what I know is that it takes me a while
to do things unintentionally.
And even though it was me who decided no more
and I don't get tired of swearing to you that there won't be a second part,
It's so hard for me to forget you.
It's so hard for me to forget you.
It's so hard for me.
And even though it was me who decided no more
and I don't get tired of swearing to you that there won't be a second part,
it's so hard for me to forget you.
It's so hard for me to forget you.
It's so hard for me to forget you.
It's so hard for me.