Your back is the last time I see before we're apart.
I'd like to say sorry. For the selfish and unkind self of me.
I just want to be adored but maybe I'd better be ignorant on my own.
I begin to hate this sleepless city. Night deepens as I'm taking train back to home.
I drop my tired outer casing onto my bed and woken up by the phone rings.
"Happy birthday~"
My dad sings with all of his heart but out of tune.
"Thanks, dad."
I just want to be alone today.
Even though I'm still waiting a call from you.
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