Quiet separation, no dependence is too much dependence.
In the middle of the lonely square, whose dialogue is chasing my blank.
Love is love, not afraid of never being here, hate is hate. I never thought about it.
I am afraid that if I miss someone too much, I will love you and I will never be here.
Hate is hate. I never thought about it. I am familiar with the places I have been.
I thought I forgot to miss you, but I hope you will come back today facing the sunset.
I remember holding your face in my hands and looking into your eyes quietly.
Like autumn leaves, I want to be by your side.
I forgot how long this road is, and I want to watch the seasons change slowly with you.
Coming to this square again, listening to the wind and leaves is the last one.
Love is love, not afraid of never being here, hate is hate. I never thought about it.
I am afraid that if I miss someone too much, I will love you and I will never be here.
Hate is hate. I never thought about it. I am familiar with the places I have been.
I thought I forgot to miss you, but I hope you will come back today facing the sunset.
I remember holding your face in my hands and looking into your eyes quietly.
Like autumn leaves, I want to be by your side.
I want to be by your side, I want to be by your side.
Let the past go with the wind, let it take away the hurt and pain.
Bring back the dream of sunset, flowers bloom and fall.
Clouds will walk and cover the sky.
You smiled beside me, and I thought I forgot to miss you.
Facing the sunset, I hope you will return to today. I remember to hold your face.
Looking into your eyes quietly between your hands, like autumn leaves, softens the whole world.
I want to be by your side, I want to be by your side.
I want to be by your side, by your side.
Song appreciation
The song expresses the regret for this love in a pure tone, hoping that love will return one day. This is also a real longing for this love, even though I know in my heart that that person has gone.
But it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that it can be expressed. I still remember holding your cheek with my hands and looking into your eyes quietly, but I didn't see clearly what you were thinking and where you belonged. How I want to be by your side at this moment.