In spite of waiting impatiently
It's getting dark
And the one I'm waiting for won't come
As the sun sets
I feel myself sunk in sorrow
I feel myself sunk in deep sorrow

I told myself not to feel so sad
But my face turned dark
When I think of after this
I feel dull pain through my temple
I feel like I've been shot through my temple

I don't want to say things like
"There is no help for it" or "goodbye"
There must be something I can do
But it sucks to be too insistent
There must be something I can do

It's time to raise my head up
To be fortunate or not
It's time to raise my head up
It's up to myself
It's time to raise my head up
To be fortunate or not
It's time to raise my head up
It's up to myself

I might say the word
"So long" or "goodbye" someday
I might say the word
"So long" or "goodbye" someday