The lovers still
Don’t know what the other thinks
And as if to chase the shadow of an ordinary song of romance
They grow apart
Yet spring is still
High above a faraway city
A wind blows through, a scent that can’t be grasped
It leisurely stays put and grows tired of waiting
Keep it vague
Let’s deal with the truth later
And I’m still
On this tired old balcony
A white T-shirt flutters and echoes and
I strain to hear its sound as I doze off
Keep it vague
Let’s deal with the truth later and
Forget
And now we
Can’t seem to finish this lukewarm coffee and
Not knowing what to do with it – a little later
We pretend to kiss
Keep it vague
Let’s deal with the truth later and
Forget
It’s like a dream