Red lipstick
White cigarette smoke
On top of the table
A cocktail, the color of a gem
Between the candles
My piano music flows
Even when the night grows deep
There are many people

* The debating man
The drunk woman
Everyone hides their deeply hidden hearts
And just talks as their voices get louder

** The swaying people
A night at the jazz cafe
But who is my song for?

Whiskey, brandy, blue jeans, high heels
Cola, pizza, Valentines Day
Black-haired, black-eyed people have neckties on their necks
We surround ourselves and no one comes to us
With what meaning do we dress, drink and eat?

* repeat

** repeat

People are leaving and just when it’s about to close
The lady in the corner gave the last memo

When the song flows,
Tears flow as well
The story behind the song that strangers won’t know
Is falling on top of the green heels

** repeat