2021.08.18.
The First Sunday
This is the first Sundayin which you don't go out with me,
a useless Sunday
that passes without you.
Alone, alone behind the windows,
I look at the gray, gray sky.
It looks sad, so sad,
like me.
I cry my first tears,
I feel my first pain,
and while everyone smiles,
I feel a void in my heart.
Come back soon, I'll wait for you
to forget with you
these tears of the first Sunday
in which you don't go out with me.
Come back soon, I'll wait for you
to forget with you
these tears of the first Sunday
in which you don't go out with me.
La la la la la...
With me.