灰色的雨

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can't see at all

And even if I could it'll all be gray

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad

It's not so bad

In the empty room and the uninhabited night

Time passes quickly, you have long left

I'm still here acting shamelessly, willing to live in the fog of memories where I can't tell directions

I walk slowly and look back to see if someone is still waiting

I said finally let me say one last sentence

From today on, I accept it all, you walk forward, I step back

Personally untie the tightened knot, take back the excuse to keep you

I didn't expect our end to be me staying behind your back

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can't see at all

And even if I could it'll all be gray

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad

It's not so bad

Can't figure it out but you've already left

Not as bad as I thought

Letting go early makes it seem more frank in your eyes

Have I been pestering you all along

Repeatedly making things difficult for you

Unable to control is the anxiety

Let me finish the last sentence

You turned around very decisively when I had absolutely no defense

Like gazing at a lighthouse, your direction

I will bless you but with tears in my eyes

After you left, I understood what exhaustion is, staying up until dawn still unable to fall asleep

You didn't reply to the last farewell message, who should I send good morning and good night to

Your words are like a saw leaving torn marks

Like my mouth is sealed with tape, unable to say the next sentence

My brain keeps protesting, but my body feels like it's in torture devices

The only rationality I have is completely occupied by you, even though I tried my best

I will forget those loves

Can't figure it out but you've already left

Not as bad as I thought

Letting go early makes it seem more frank in your eyes

Have I been pestering you all along

Repeatedly making things difficult for you

Unable to control is the anxiety

Let me finish the last sentence

And even if I could it'll all be gray

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad

It's not so bad