The winter
had passed
And the
spring has come
We have
withered
And our
hearts are bruised from longing
(i’m singing
my blues)
Used to the
blue tears, blue sorrow
(i’m singing
my blues)
The love
that i have sent away with the floating clouds, oh oh
Under the
same sky, at different places
Because you
and i are dangerous
I am leaving
you
One letter
difference from ‘nim’^
It’s
cowardly but i’m hiding because i’m not good enough
Cruel
breakup is like the end of the road of love
No words can
comfort me
Perhaps my
lifetime’s last melodrama
Now its
final curtain is coming down
I was born
and i met you
And i have
loved you to death
My cold
heart that has been dyed blue
Even with my
eyes closed, i can’t feel you
The winter
had passed
And the
spring has come
We have
withered
And our
hearts are bruised from longing
(i’m singing
my blues)
Used to the
blue tears, blue sorrow
(i’m singing
my blues)
The love
that i have sent away with the floating clouds, oh oh
I feel like
my heart has stopped beating
You and i,
frozen there, after a war
Trauma, that
has been carved in my head
Once these
tears dry up, i will moistly remember my love
I’m neither
painful nor lonely
Happiness is
all self-talk
I can’t
stand something more complicated
It’s no big
deal, i don’t care
Inevitable
wandering, people come and go
I was born
and i met you
And i have
loved you to death
My cold
heart that has been dyed blue
Even if you
have left, i’m still here
(i’m singing
my blues)
Used to the
blue tears, blue sorrow
(i’m singing
my blues)
The love
that i have sent away with the floating clouds, oh oh
Again
tonight, underneath that blue moonlight
I will
probably fall asleep alone
Even in my
dreams, i look for you
And wander
around while singing this song
(i’m singing
my blues)
Used to the
blue tears, blue sorrow
(i’m singing
my blues)
The love
that i have sent away with the floating clouds, oh oh
(i’m singing
my blues)
Used to the
blue tears, blue sorrow
(i’m singing
my blues)
The love
that i have sent away with the floating clouds, oh oh
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