They asked, what can we do for you?
And I told them to cut my hair short
They ask again, why cut your hair that you’ve grown out?
Please cut it – all the memories that grew long as well
Don’t ask me anything,
Just cut it all off so I can’t recognize myself

At some point, hair slips down my shoulders
The tears that I difficultly held back start to flow
Why is love like this – if it’s going to be cut off like this?
I shouldn’t have loved in the first place

Gather up the pile of hair on the floor
And throw it out with my dirty memories and my crumpled up self, like tissues

You fool, with your neck hung low,
Open your eyes and look at the mirror
There’s a girl crying black tears
What is love that you’re still crying?
Just brush it off – you need to be happy now

When time passes and my hair grows back
What should I do then? I will remember you again
Why is love like this – even if I cut it all off
Now I know that it will grow back again