The angry man went to the crying
There was a strong wave in it.
Besides, in the eyes of the woman gazing at the bright waves
The old memories of the campfire are stingy.
To say good people Instead of parting
The word that I'm sorry is that the man has been crying.
In unsure love The woman is turning around.
I'm getting far away.
The waves are lingering in the empty mind of the man who is left alone in the
end
I cry and I swallow it
The man tears alone.