I still love you
I wanted to tell you,
the one who couldn’t take it anymore and
gave up in the end.
I miss you more than I hate you
I long for you more than I’m sad
Is this not it? Is this not it?

If we bump into each other, what would happen?
Would I hide from you amongst the crowd,
even if it’s only a waste of insignificant feelings.

I worry throughout the day,
the medicine of time has passed,
but this isn’t it, this isn’t it, this isn’t it.

You may be smiling from happiness now.
You, the person who left hurtful scars more than happy memories,
I miss you more than I hate you,
I long for you more than I’m sad.
Is this not it? Is this not it?

It was so familiar from the start,
more than a long-time couple,
and now it’s nothing but insignificant memories.

I worry throughout the day,
the medicine of time has passed,
but this isn’t it, this isn’t it, this isn’t it.

I tried emptying out my heart that’s filled with you,
hoping something movie-like would happen to me.

I worry throughout the day,
the medicine of time has passed,
but this isn’t it, this isn’t it, this isn’t it.

Even I feel sorry for myself,
I want to bury this finished love,
but this can’t be it, this can’t be it, this can’t be it.