In the lonely nights,
or in the mornings-
with one another.
The joy of being with you is forever imprinted into my heart.
But such things do not last.
That's fine.
Your heat,
I'll forget I and sleep someday.
Goodbye, my dear.
If things won't return-
You'll fade away from me.
That spark that lit my way,
has long since gone.
If no one is there for me, I suppose i'll be okay.
A life without happiness, I suppose, can be bearable.
