I don’t miss you
My old habit of speech,
a handful of memories,
have all become yesterday.
I’m erasing you bit by bit each day,
all traces turned cold and empty.
I don’t miss you, just empty words spoken to myself.
Tossing and turning through the deepened night,
it feels like I’ve woken from a long dream.
There’s no sadness in my dry eyes—
maybe I’ve grown used to it too quickly.
I remember your final words,
saying everything would return to square one.
Yeah, everything turns ordinary,
even the pain that once stung.
(Ooh) Soon you’ll fade away,
(You) beyond the reaches of time.
I don’t miss you,
my old habit of speech.
A handful of memories
have all become yesterday.
I’m erasing you bit by bit each day,
all traces turned cold and empty.
I don’t miss you, just empty words spoken to myself.
The calm ending,
a dry goodbye—
even in that final moment,
it seems we were telling different stories.
The scar from that day hasn’t healed,
not painful but irritating instead,
hidden within the peeling layers of my heart’s skin,
there you still remain.
(Ooh) Gradually, you’re coming back,
(You) pulling me back to that time (to that time).
I don’t miss you,
my old habit of speech.
Why can’t I forget
this handful of memories?
There’s no tomorrow I want to go to.
A fever rises and burns hot once again.
I don’t miss you—after all, just lies.
Like doing overdue homework
we said goodbye,
without hesitation.
In a gaze as brief as a sad promise,
what was it you wanted to say?
I don’t miss you,
my old habit of speech.
A handful of memories
have all become yesterday.
There’s no tomorrow I want to go to.
A fever rises and burns hot once again.
I don’t miss you—after all, just lies.
As if there’s still more left to say,
today, once again.