When the cup of water soaks into my heart after a long night of tossing and turning
I turn on that music, as if I’ve given up the night

I can see the black night better and better
I can see that time that I want to go back to
My longing person, turn up the volume for me

*You, from that time, visit me once in a while
And a festival begins in my small room
Everyone comes to visit me, old friends, old memories and that scent
It’s a festival of longing that I have pressed down

A toast that I make by myself
Your smile that I miss
Don’t ever lose that smile, wherever you are, whatever you do

*Repeat

It will probably never come back
The happy me, the day that was great because I didn’t know much

The fact that this world is this difficult
That day was great because we both didn’t know this

It will probably never come back
A girl who dreams about those days lasting forever
Will long and long but
As if that night of festival never happened, oh

She will live tomorrow