I’m anxious, still scared to face you
Your hand gestures, your way of talking – I want to forget them
I want to believe that our awkward encounter was just a dream in the middle of the night
That’s what I’ll think

When the black night comes, I get sad so I can erase you completely
Is this love? Is this my greed? It’s not that easy
If my blackened and burnt heart is the same as I am, I can’t help it
I am getting afraid, I don’t know
Pitch black

All day, I think of you
No matter how hard I try, I can’t do it
There’s no use, like a fool

When the black night comes, I get sad so I can erase you completely
Is this love? Is this my greed? It’s not that easy
If my blackened and burnt heart is the same as I am, I can’t help it
I am getting afraid, I don’t know
Pitch black, pitch black