Carelessly I passed by the corner I always avoided
by accident I touched the pair of gloves you gave me
that wicked passerby applied the perfume you loved the most
my taste buds woke up, secretly loosed up the spring of memory
I have already forgotten early on
I have no problem
word by word I try to persuade my guilty conscience
I was under the impression that I forgotten early on
so I destroyed the evidence
but suddenly I am challenged by the memories
From how we started to fall in love
until how at last we separated
sadness happiness completely arise
and are put on display as if they were living
being on the verge
I almost can't ward off
the memories are spreading like a virus
they can't be avoided
Early on I threw away my wardrobe,mobile phone even my computer
who was it that take out from here the sweet pictures we took?
strangely this bill reminds me that your birthday is approaching
those few digits cruelly opened contact with the gate of memory
Love songs become prayers
looking at the sofa makes me think of embracing
as it turns out I forgot to clean the wreckage of love
the taste of pondering over holding hands
losing the strength of letting your hand go
as it turns out memories are so inhuman
From how we started to fall in love
until how at last we separated
sadness happiness completely arise
and are put on display as if they were living
being on the verge
I almost can't ward off
the memories are spreading like a virus
they can't be avoided
Who are you? You are so perfect
Who do I love? this only makes trouble out of nothing
I want to turn around and take your sweat
confirming that feelings aren't a hallucination
From how we started to fall in love
until how at last we separated
sadness happiness completely arise
and are put on display as if they were living
being on the verge
I almost can't ward off
the memories are spreading like a virus
From how we started to fall in love
until how at last we separated
sadness, happiness were arranged in advance
couldn't let them go
perhaps it's me
grasping all along and not letting go
the matter is dead and buried but I still remember
this was love