V.O.S. [English translation]

Just like how a gas invades a labyrinth

nostalgia was made in my heart

and even though in pairs I have eyes, I have ears,

without you sound and color don't make sense.

I can't get rid of the addiction to waiting for you at home,

leaning my head against the glass

and when I fog up the window with a sigh

I draw stick figures that I pair up again.

If we one day cross again,

don't respond nor pay attention to the subtitles that

under my smile only you see.

I will tell you that I'm fine

I will deny that I've been crying

I will pretend that time cured everything.

I can't seem to do anything with attention

that's the price you pay for not crying

and even though sometimes nothing indicates that it compensates

I refuse to turn around

and become under-aged.

If we one day cross again,

don't respond nor pay attention to the subtitles that

under my smile only you see.

I will tell you that I'm fine

I will deny that I've been crying

I will pretend that time cured everything.

And in reality, I never forget you

you were my only path and your smile a good reason

to be someone better.

And even if they tell you that they saw me

as a princess in some story

I don't need to tell you

that they are just stories.