阴天

Cloudy day, in a room with the lights off, when all thoughts settle little by little.

Is love exactly a spiritual opium or a senseless pastime at the end of the century?

Cigarette smoke swirls into a halo, and his photo is just placed right at hand.

Two silly people, smiling so sweetly.

The beginning is always too wonderful for words every single minute.

Everyone assumes the passion will never diminish.

Except for that little bit of weariness after the passion fades away.

Perhaps like someone said, being insatiable.

Deservedly fulfilling what someone said about lacking self-restraint.

In short, for those few years, sensibility won over the rational side.

Cloudy day, in a room with the lights off, when all thoughts settle little by little.

The doubts and blind spots in love, hate, and desire are ready to be revealed, so obvious.

Girls, step aside entirely; even if you have experienced all the minor details in this song.

If you want to truly understand, it really takes quite a few years.

Thinking back to that day, the bustling wedding banquet.

Was what sounded in the ears exactly a prelude or the final chapter?

Isn't a relationship just mutual consent? It's best to even out love and hate so neither owes the other.

To put it bluntly, in a relationship, one person breaks free and the other goes to pick up the pieces.

Men absolutely have no need to be unable to explain themselves, and women truly have no need to look pitiful.

In short, for those few years, you two just had no destiny together.

Cloudy day, in a room with the lights off, when all thoughts settle little by little.

Is love exactly a spiritual opium or a senseless pastime at the end of the century?

Cigarette smoke swirls into a halo, and his photo is just placed right at hand.

Two silly people, smiling so sweetly. Two silly people, smiling so sweetly.