Why can’t I even be in love?
I’m always clumsy like it’s my first time

It’s just a common love and breakup
But I am sick for days and I can’t do anything

* Why are there so many things to throw away?
There are so many things you’ve given to me

** I have a fever, as if I will die from being sick
No matter what medicine I take, it doesn’t help
But because being sick is my own prerogative
I will just be waiting

Why can’t I even say goodbye?
I need to erase all the familiarized memories

I guess you go through a break up as much as you loved someone
Because I only live with worries and thoughts about you

* Repeat

** Repeat

I have hurt and been in despair as much as I want you
Because regret and lingering attachments remain as much as I loved you

I know that only you have left
Because I still love you, because I’m hurting

It’s my prerogative, it’s my prerogative
So I will just be waiting

** Repeat

I will just live as I am sick