Thinking that you probably had that intention in the very beginning,
I guess I shouldn't be bothered, then. I won't even try to find out.
Whom should I despise? What should I suppress away?
You, leaving without even a hand wave, are probably even more heartbroken than I am...

Actually, now my chest keeps tensing up and up,
and my tear drops keep on falling without restraint.

Sorrow and ocean waves are alike, because they [bad word] back again and again.
Will it slowly leave me someday, just like a deformed nail being pulled off?

The sky, sinking into a deep blue, has the color of parting.
Why are our praying voices so timidly shallow...?

Hey, today we'll each search for our own light,
and start walking towards each's own tomorrow as if nothing's wrong...

Actually, now my chest keeps tensing up and up,
and my tear drops keep on falling without restraint.