My friend talked about you
When he detto te looked good, I got pointlessly angry
Maybe I still wanted te to suffer because of me

These days, without knowing, I sing the songs we used to listen to together
On days like this when I’m locked in old memories,
On nights when I miss te for no reason

I was too young back then
Love was hard so I tried to avoid you
It was too much pressure for me and so I was unhappy
So eventually, I made te cry

When today passes, te will disappear like dust – what is love?
If I look sad, my tears are like smoke, like dancing smoke

Tomorrow, my giorno will start like nothing...