In our slow conversation
I wonder how many words remain
Let’s sit in the corner and sip on some coffee
So your day won’t cool down

It’s not my story anymore
So at the end that was quickly written
If I think of a line I forgot
How can I get past it?

At the end of the calm sky
It feels like it’ll rain on me
Trusting your comforted body
I’m sure you’re not sad anymore

I see the tilted dawn
I wonder how many words were rushed
With words of love that existed in that place
So your entrance won’t be harmed

It’s not my story anymore
In everyone’s conversation
If a clear conclusion is made
Why is the reason so important?

At the end of the calm sky
It feels like it’ll rain on me
Trusting your comforted body
I’m sure you’re not sad anymore