I hear the music and the sun is setting under the clouds
At the sound of autumn coming, I think of you for a moment
Did I have to leave you? I regret
But it’s already too late, I won’t dwell on it

Sometimes, I shed tears at the passionate memories
Sometimes, I smile at the sad memories
As much as we were in pain, time has passed
Now it’s become just another break up

Some day, when the pain of us being together
Becomes a memory, should I ask how you’re doing?
The things we talked about all night while holding your small hand
I sometimes think of them when I hear the autumn coming

A story about a good person
After getting drunk, I pick up my heavy body and another day begins
The dawn air has suddenly become cold
It makes me lonely, time passes too quickly

When night comes, I talk about typical things again
When I meet new people, I get excited for a bit
But on my way home, I stop in place
As I think of you again

Some day, when the pain of us being together
Becomes a memory, should I ask how you’re doing?
The things we talked about all night while holding your small hand
I sometimes think of them when I hear the autumn coming

Some day, when the pain of us being together
Becomes a memory, should I ask how you’re doing?
The things we talked about all night while holding your small hand
I sometimes think of them when I hear the autumn coming

Is our story just another break up?
Did we become just another break up?
The day we first met, I remember it more these days
It’s already too late