Solanin

Our misunderstandings drift beyond the sky
Is life nothing but a series of goodbyes?
Even though I could see just a little bit of the future
It’s goodbye after all

The small room I used to live in
Is occupied by someone else now
The cruel words you said to me
And the days that felt meaningless too

If only I had done things differently back then
If only I could return to that day
But I can no longer go back to who I was in those days

For example, if a gentle kind of happiness
Had simply dragged on lazily
Surely some bad seed would sprout
And it would already be goodbye

A cold can of coffee in the freezing winter
And a long rainbow-colored scarf
Jogging lightly through the back alleys
I try to remember

For example, if a gentle kind of happiness
Had simply dragged on lazily
Surely some bad seed would sprout
And it would already be goodbye

That’s how it is

Goodbye — that’s fine too
Be well somewhere out there
Goodbye — I’ll manage somehow too
Goodbye — yeah, I will