Smoking on the veranda,
Your shadow was blurred with tears
“I kind of hate it when the room smells like smoke”
You said to me in my underwear
When I was about to go out the door too,
You said, “wait a second, I’m almost done”
Wonder if my feelings burn out like cigarettes…
Of course not, it doesn’t work that way
Don’t get my hopes up
By telling me to hold on a little longer
How long do I have to wait?
Hey, what do you think of me?
Love changes its form
And love hurts me
I’m getting sick of it
Pressing it upon the ashtray on the veranda,
My love is very much like that
Wonder if my feelings burn out like cigarettes…
Of course not, it doesn’t work that way
Ashes pile up and love shrinks
It was too late for me to realize
That you don’t care about me anymore
And the happy days are long gone
You inhaled cigarette smoke
And exhaled ugly lies towards me
It was still a little smelly
Floating through the air, it stuck to me
Don’t get my hopes up
By telling me to hold on a little longer
How long do I have to wait?
Hey, what do you think of me?
Love changes its form
And love hurts me
I’m getting sick of it
The cigarette butts that pile up on the veranda
Make me aware of your feelings
The cigarette butts that pile up on the veranda
Break my heart
You turned away, pretending to be unaware of
The love I was unconsciously pressing upon you
I followed you and tried to smoke like you,
But the cigarettes tasted nothing
Before I knew it, I exhaled lies too
False love changes its form
“I shouldn’t have had any hopes in the first place”
Even if I regret like that, it remains stuck in me