If glances can no longer say anything,
We run in different directions
And remaining silent no longer hurts so much.
You call it objective, I call it cold,
You say: “Even love just gets old and
Then Friendship follows. That is worth a great deal
And never keeps company.”
I have no words to describe it.
That’s not a condition, it’s suffering
And there is no medicine for it.
Not incurable but it drags on.
If you want to leave, you have to leave.
Don’t look back and don’t stand still.
It will keep going on somehow.
It doesn’t matter to me at all.
You also finally don’t care at all.
Let go of my heart. [1]
You really don’t matter to me anymore.
Come and go.
Doors that are sealable
- firmly sealed,
With nothing more passing through to the outside -
Say no more and hear no more.
What I’ve felt... was buried long ago
But the way to a man’s heart is just through his stomach.
It’s the only thing that rebels.
If I could change anything, I would do it.
Perhaps I will laugh about it at some point
And rise above it sometime.
If you want to leave, you have to leave.
Don’t look back and don’t stand still.
It will keep going on somehow.
It doesn’t matter to me at all.
You also finally don’t care at all.
Let go of my heart.
You really don’t matter to me anymore.
Come and go.
Come and go...
Come and go...
If you want to leave, you have to leave.
Don’t look back and don’t stand still.
It will keep going on somehow.
It doesn’t matter to me at all.
You also finally don’t care at all.
Let go of my heart.
You really don’t matter to me anymore.
Come and go.