If we can’t meet, will love change?
Is it like that? Is it like that?
Is a letter that can’t be sent, pointless?
Is it like that? Why is it like that?

* When the clouds slowly cross the sky
When the water drops fall from the edge of the eaves
Just as I am, as always,
I think of you

Is my young love just an immature memory?
Is it like that? Is it like that?
Do we need to be adults and let each other go in the end?
Is it like that? Why is it like that?

* repeat (x2)

I always think of you like that
I always think of you like this