People busily come and go The street light blinks alone The wind blows Under the crescent moon As I walk around the quiet street I hear your voice from somewhere I feel your warmth So I stop my footsteps
If I keep looking For some reason, without knowing I start to cry Do I seem like a fool? Will you come back? Won’t you regret it? Although I know it’s really over I can’t erase you
Taking another step on the road I walked on yesterday Dreams I couldn’t reach are losing its light Will I be able to let go of the sadness for a moment At the day of a long day?