Stories (故事)

（獨白）

I remember quite clearly now when this story happened

The autumn leaves were floating and measured down to the ground

Recovering the lake where we used to swim like children

On the sun would dare to shine

That time, we used to be happy

Well, I thought we were

Not daring to tell me

On that precious night watching the lake vaguely conscious

You said: our story was ending

Now I'm standing here

No one to wipe away my tears

No one to keep me warm

And no one to walk along with

No one to make me feel

No one to make me whole

Oh! What am I to do?

I'm standing here alone

It doesn't seem so clear to me

What am I supposed to do about this burningheart of mine

Oh! What am I to do?

Or how should I react?

Oh! tell me please!

（獨白）

The rain was killing the last days of summer

You had been killing my last breath of love

Since a long time ago ...

I still don't think I'm gonna male it through another love story

You took it all away from me

And there I stand, I knew I was gonna be the ...

The one left behind

But still I'm watching the lake vaguely conscious

My life is ending

Now I'm standing here

No one to wipe away my tears

No one to keep me warm

And no one to walk along with

No one to make me feel

No one to make me whole

Oh! What am I to do?

I'm standing here alone

It doesn't seem so clear to me

What am I supposed to do about this burningheart of mine

Oh! What am I to do?

Or how should I react?

Oh! tell me please!