Firstly I removed the pictures on the wall,
hid your tea glass in the cupboard,
folded all the clothes that you'd worn.
A drop of tear fell down, I didn't cry a lot.
Your fragrance flew away from the open windows.
I've never sung your favourite song.
I'm not afraid of the nights without you.
Forget about my love, I couldn't even miss...
You are... in front of the mischievous winds now,
I threw the burden of love from my shoulders.
Maybe the thing which I thought it was you, was my heart.
Luckily I had returned from the beginning of the road.
oooh, from the beginning of the road...