“You’re terrible!”
You shouted while laughing.
Listening to those words, I laughed too.
“I can’t put up with you when you’re hungover like this.”
Half-jokingly, you rubbed your nose.
One afternoon, with nothing to do, I was lost in thought.
Tapping me on the shoulder, you said:
“Keep looking after me, won’tcha?”
I laughed cynically, as I always did.
But you know, that moment—
Yeah, the moment we grew apart:
I took some time to digest it and felt the slightest bit sad.
After we—
Yeah, after we grew apart:
The only thing I can remember now is that lovely expression you had.
In my dreams, you miss your last train and are all alone;
Crying like a baby, you come crawling back to me.
If this were the happy ending of a 9pm Monday drama,
We’d probably be set to kiss in the last scene.
“Thank you. I get the feeling I can make it on my own now!
With that in mind, I’ve been trying my hardest to start hating you.”
I smiled, put on an unaffected expression,
And laughed cynically, almost as good as I always did.
But you know, that moment—
Yeah, the moment we grew apart:
I took some time to digest it, and felt the slightest bit sad.
After we—
Yeah, after we grew apart:
The only thing I can remember now is that lovely expression you had.
Even before the last episode, I knew things would turn out like this.
Our happy ending depends on when your last train departs!
That’s why that moment—
Yeah, the moment we grew apart:
I decided to give up and became a bit cynical.
But after we—
Yeah, after we grew apart:
The only thing I yearn for now is to see you cry like a baby.