"Wish I'd never been born"
You said
Pretending to sigh over bad things in the past
Cheered each other up from dark mood
No faith in anything at all
Tomorrow, or love
Seagulls' cries are resounding outside the harbor hotel
Every morning, left and right
When I die
Do spit on my grave
Don't leave any offerings, but just bright red wildflowers
When I die
Do spit on my grave
No one else'd be grieving, but only you
When I die
Do spit on my grave
Don't leave any offerings, but just bright red wildflowers
Don't leave any offerings, only bright red wildflowers