This street is too crowdedToo many people have secrets
There is condensation on the glass, who is concealed in the past?The emotion on your faceIs restoring that period of rainThis alley is too warped, we can't get back into the story
These days are no longer green Mottled with a few words again
Leaving me behind with empty memories in my filled room
The seats in the movie theatreAre separated very far apart
Feelings without scenes together, you're playing chess with yourself
Still it's too late to carefully write down things about you
Describing how I love youYet you smile and leave me
This feelingIs already not right
I try my best to save it
Some of theConsiderate feelings that should have been givenI didn't giveYou pout
The dream you made is very petty and lowWe're compromisingI neglected you
All you wanted was someone to be with you
This feelingIs already not right
I only understand at the very end
The pages of thePlot I can't bare to turn over
You are very tiredYou reciteYou cried for me a few times
You're so languished
And I'm heartbroken, you're suffering
Your beautyI'm not worthy of it
i realise when it's over huh'...Ea