What is love?
That question seems so old
While I’m sitting in this room
And I recall
Some answers that I’ve been told
Just so that I forget
That you’re not here
And I, who wanted to walk alone
Guided by my own company
I sigh, and of course
You cannot hear
But I know you know
That I am missing you
And that’s the only thing I know
That I am missing you
And I just can’t let go
If I cried
That would not help at all
It would only make my complexion turn grey
And I tell myself that I don’t care
Just like a stubborn child
But I am missing you
And that’s the only thing I know
That I am missing you
And I just can’t let go