I opened my eyes, just like I always do
But when I think of you
My day is off
I’m sick of it, I hate you

but I miss you
and I need you
More than before
Now it’s embarrassing to even cry, this timing
What can I call it?
A worn-out longing

I think I drank too much coffee
I can’t sleep
Behind the tossing and turning
Beneath my pillow
Is your face

so I miss you
and I need you
More than before
Now it’s embarrassing to even cry, this timing
What can I call it?
A worn-out longing

The good days
The so-so days
They become no different from any other day
It was just a simple happening

The good days
The so-so days
They become no different from any other day
Just whatever days

Only dust piles up
On things that were the most beautiful to me
At one point

I miss you
(Still I miss you)
and I need you
to be by my side
Now it’s awkward to even call out to you
What can I call it?
Such a resentful longing

The good days
The so-so days
They become no different from any other day
It was just a simple happening

Words I believed in
Days that we promised
They just scattered
And became just whatever