Just took happiness away, leaving only loneliness. Only cigarettes will accompany me, watching the tears on the piano cry along with the melody. If you didn't love me, you shouldn't have held my hand so easily and been with me from the beginning. But now that song keeps playing, yet you've already left.
"Since you've already said it yourself, that man told you personally, he has no feelings for you at all, then why do you still cling to the idea of being with him?
Is it that I'm not good to you, or am I not as good as her? Is it that I'm not good-looking, or have I wronged you in some way? Why do you do these ruthless, unfeeling things to me?
