Evening, crossed out by rain,
Conversation, and it's about nothing again,
And we can't save the flame
Of these candles in our palms -
We won't light them together anymore.
Leaves will fall and be shed,
And words are no longer needed.
Perhaps just forget everything -
So be it.
And it'll hardly be remembered again.
I'm letting go. Where am I letting you go?
I'm letting go. Well, what can I do with you?
And, yet, who is to blame,
For you forgetting your way home?1
Drops on the glass, like tears,
Your forgotten key on the table.
May fate keep you
From any harm.
I'm letting go, it doesn't hurt me.
I'm letting go. Where am I letting you go?
I'm letting go. Well, what can I do with you?
And, yet, who is to blame,
For you forgetting your way home?
1. Implied that it will happen in the future, not that it has already happened. Maybe there's a more accurate way to translate it...I'll think on it.