If I get rained on, will you be erased?
If I lean on the wind, will my painful heart be healed as if it’s washed away?

Even if my scarred heart worsens
I am standing in front of you
Don’t smile, I’m not happy

I run away, I run away, endlessly
Because my heart shouts out
I walk and I walk but I’m just going around in a circle

I live on a street where when you call, I hear it
I wish my heart was deaf

* What kind of love does this?
What kind of person does this?
Like a fool, it smiles and gives me scars
I hate it, I hate you so much but
I want your embrace to hold me again

No, no – I endlessly comfort and comfort myself
His way of expressing things are just different
It’s not that it’s not love

But still, misunderstandings fill up inside like storm clouds
Like a storm, tears fall

* repeat

I try to believe that it’s all lies but
I know those eyes – they are not lying

What kind of love is this, what kind of person is this
This woman who lives in your heart
Wants to let it go, wants to let everything go but
It’s baggage that I can’t bear to put down