The Last Time to See the Sight of your Back
Your personality is so strange
I saw you playing with them madly at times
I saw you walking down the path alone at times
I saw you wiping your tears secretly at times
I saw you reading a novel quietly at times
I saw all that just by coincidence
In that bright and sunny morning
Poplar tree flowers waved and fuzzy catkins swayed
In the campus, I strolled alone enjoying the serenity
to ponder my feelings for you. . .
Classes should be in progress, and yet you're here
Aren't you the angel just fallen from the sky?
How come you seemed so preoccupied?
Under the sun, at that moment, we encountered
That's more romantic than strolling in the moonlight,
more intimate than dating in the mountain,
more moving than sharing our feelings in the vocational college
more memorable than that fight which you burst into tears
Because this is the last time
Last night, I have decided, I have so decided
So, this time, it's not an encounter
This will be the last time I'll see the sight of your back.