Thinking about you...
I can see the hue
and the reflection of my depression.
I can see the shape of the ghost that there's within me.
I haven't stopped smoking and haven't been able to sleep.
And, in the middle of my loneliness, I keep thinking about you.
I don't dare to forget you (till the end).
Because it frightens me to try to make out
what there is behind you.
What is there behind
a tear?
What is there behind
the fragility?
What is there behind
the last goodbye?
What is there behind
when love ends?
What is there behind...
I can see from here that my memories still haunt you.
I can see that the shape of my shadow is still on your wall.
I haven't stopped smoking and haven't been able to sleep.
And, in the middle of my loneliness, I keep thinking about you.
I don't dare to forget you (till the end).
Because it frightens me to try to make out
what there is behind you.
What is there behind
a tear?
What is there behind
the fragility?
What is there behind
the last goodbye?
What is there behind
when love ends?
What is there behind
What is there behind
What is there behind
What is there behind
(What there will exist behind you?)
What is there behind
a tear?
What is there behind
the fragility?
What is there behind
the last goodbye?
What is there behind
when love ends?
What is there behind...
What is there behind...
What is there behind...
What is there behind