The next season is coming,
But the one I’m waiting for doesn’t.
My expressionless, long shadow—
When morning comes, it hides like someone else.
Among all the words I know,
None quite capture my heart.
Only your name, carved on the window,
Knows the kind of love I felt.

If even a falling leaf could become you
And listen to this song…

I may look like I’m doing well,
Like I’m glowing,
Like I’m perfectly fine as I am,
But surely you don’t believe that too, right?
Only with my eyes closed can I see—
Open them, and you vanish, someone I long for painfully.
But you, please don’t be fooled
By this outward façade.

It’s so ironic,
Using someone to ease my loneliness,
Calling it love,
And in the end, letting them become everything before disappearing.
Hurting someone with words I don’t mean,
Then saying goodbye as a hollow gesture.
Even to the very last moment,
My expressions and acting—who was it for?
Was I convincing, as if my smile was real?
If I keep smiling as a habit, could it eventually become mine?
All these blurred memories I’ve left tangled—
Which of them was real?
Hiding behind a mask, hoping only you would see through it,
A desire too greedy.

If anyone at all could become you
And listen to this song…

I may look like I’m doing well,
Like I’m glowing,
Like I’m perfectly fine as I am,
But surely you don’t believe that too, right?
Only with my eyes closed can I see—
Open them, and you vanish, someone I long for painfully.
But you, please don’t be fooled
By this outward façade.