I have no way to bring back time that’s gone by
But my feelings towards you sway back and forth like a mirage
Just like I can’t untie the chains holding me back
I couldn’t just cut them off. I guess that makes me weak
The sun starts to set, coming closer, here on this street bathed in crimson
I’ve stood here waiting for you, but you won’t come and now the sun’s almost gone
In the end, I felt a boredom I thought might never end
It’s just as if my being left behind was some kind of moratorium