No, it's not that I miss that much the sun of your eyes,
nor that I need the tender touch of your skin.
It's simply that I'm bored of doing nothing,
and then I start to remember things from the past.
But don't ever think that I can't live without you,
today, my nostalgia has another explanation.
It's simply that today is cloudy,
and this grey sky, this grey sky always makes my heart get
sentimental, sentimental.
No, it's not that I miss that much the sweet taste of your kisses,
I even enjoy the bitterness of my life.
In the pavement, the cherry trees won't blossom.
Today, there was no sun, there was no sun, that's why I feel like this.
And don't ever think that I can't live without you,
today, my nostalgia has another explanation.
It's simply that today is cloudy,
and this grey sky, this grey sky always makes my heart get
sentimental, sentimental.