Night is falling on this street
At some point, it’s filled with many people
With the cold season, I think of you tonight

The night grew cold and the streets were wet with rain
A few drinks wet my dried up heart
I’m so pitiful, I’m still looking at
The texts and photos of you that I haven’t erased on my phone
I’m so angry that I’m so pathetic for not being able to get over you
Then suddenly, regret washes over me for not catching you
Like an exploded pipe, longing becomes water and spills and overflows from my eyes

Now I’m getting used to seeing you without me
Seeing you in someone else’s arms
Just like when your lips touched mine and I spent the whole night holding you

Night is falling on this street
At some point, it’s filled with many people
At the changing seasons, it’s a bit of a sad night
At some point, when I get drunk
I think of you again, right now, on this street

The temperature fluctuates a lot like my mood these days
At the back of a busy night, I take a strong liquor shot
Back then, compared to that weather, when I was captivated by passion
It feels like the air got a lot sharper these days
I took out my sweater that I wore a few seasons back
Your image and your scent is in the clothes
My senses have dulled that I can’t even smile when I think of you

The many lights and cigarette smoke on the streets
People start to leave
When I start to I empty my drink and get up (I think I’m really drunk)
In my head, I only see your face

Night is falling on this street
At some point, it’s filled with many people
At the changing seasons, it’s a bit of a sad night
At some point, when I get drunk
I think of you again, right now, on this street

The air is cold just like your voice on the day you left me
I’m alone just like the street that you left me on that day
Like your last words that said I felt like baggage to you
This night is too cruel so I cried like a baby
As if there was no oxygen, on this street
The neon lights flickering as if irritated make me angrier today

Night is falling on this street
At some point, it’s filled with many people
At the changing seasons, it’s a bit of a sad night
At some point, when I get drunk
I think of you again, right now, on this street