Thunder roaring in the sky
coincides with the sound of goodbye.
Now is the end. It ends with words of sorrow.
Raindrops falling from the sky
awaken me, reviving me.
The moment that I think there is no one left
*turns into smiles growing in my heart,
turns into dreams that are beautiful.
** Thank you for today when you left me.
I won’t demand that we fall back into love.
Not ready to keep any more patience,
to feel forced to agree to requests against my will,
I won’t demand that we fall back into love.
Unreadiness ends it. Don’t force any change.
(No way)
I know that you are like me.
We both knew it would end one day,
Looking for ways out, swallowing lies
that we feel for each other.
But love by force
neither lasts nor comes from the heart.
It is just a mask to hide the truth.