My skirt sways palely in the wind,
As I tremble at these words of parting.
According to you,
It’s your fault, not mine,
But can you give me a reason?
If I could laugh like her,
Cry like her,
And be more dependent…
… would I still be by your side?
Goodbye!
The sound of you calling my name,
Is still swimming around inside my head.
Goodbye!
It’s not too late,
For you to embrace these trembling shoulders.
Unreliable stars and far-off neon signs,
Color the ending of this poorly written story.
Your favorite colored skirt is swaying in the wind,
But even if we could laugh like we did before, we can never be together.
Goodbye!
The sound of you calling my name,
Is still swimming around inside my head.
Goodbye!
It’s not too late,
For you to embrace these trembling shoulders.
Goodbye!
You’re looking up to the sky,
And I can’t stop watching you.
Goodbye!
I’ll whisper this one word,
And keep the rest locked within my heart…
… hoping that some day you’ll come back to me.