Do it without permission.I toss about in a place by the wall and feel your sign over a back.
After all you leave my room.
You make an excuse saying that it was not only a bad thing to yourself and scrape up a memory to be scattered in all over the room.
And I packed a small bag with all of them.
Our memory has been settled surprisingly small.
You find your happiness and should become happy if you do not remember me after leaving.
I return to my cause anytime, and come if I found regrets to me in your heart.
Let me dress in cool at least at parting.
While I pretend to have slept, I want you please to leave.
I hold the bottle which bourbon was in in an arm, and I stand by a window at a night.
Then I see that you walk with doubtful steps.
It dried up to call out to with good-bye; because feel, bye-bye is cold, and I will send you out.
I joked and did not annoy you.
I was embarrassed for words of love.
Because the room where you are not became too desolate, I sound music by a loud crash at night, and I will joke until morning.
It is a one man show without a spectator.
I live in a one man show successively all the time from now on.
Because there is not you.