Like isolation, countless helplessness.
A person is locked in his room and doesn't want to come out.
Your shadow is still wandering
The world without you can't tell black from white.
There are so many countless dependencies
You were so heartless when you left.
How can I put down what I left behind?
Let me start counting sheep after you leave.
One, two, three, the number is increasing.
The words left are short but profound.
I panicked, but you kept silent.
I really want to hold your hand and not let you go.
But your eyes tell me you don't want to stay.
My hands and feet are shaking, and no one is cleaning up.
Never mind my wound. Look at the window.
The world without you can't tell black from white.
Like isolation, countless helplessness.
A person is locked in his room and doesn't want to come out.
Your shadow is still wandering
The world without you can't tell black from white.
There are so many countless dependencies
You were so heartless when you left.
How can I put down what I left behind?
I want to call you to ask how you are recently.
Is it still him? Is he good to you?
Did he sing to coax you and spoil you?
Does he understand you when you are unhappy?
Are you still the same as before
It's just that there's no one else around me.
Then I wish you happiness.
These are my last words.
I will also start looking for a woman who belongs to me again.
The world without you can't tell black from white.
Like isolation, countless helplessness.
A person is locked in his room and doesn't want to come out.
Your shadow is still wandering
The world without you can't tell black from white.
There are so many countless dependencies
You were so heartless when you left.
How can I put down what I left behind?