When the night is getting colder little by little
Strangely today, walking alone
Makes me cry
I take out a very old novel
And the story I read again from the beginning
Why does it feel so different?
I turn the rusty first page
Like the lead characters in a classic novel
I’m trying to rewrite our memory
Having nothing special
Your simple day
And even the long night I couldn’t sleep well
Everything was love
In the old love story
The first page
Whеre I used your name
Which was too bеautiful that it made me cry
Where I only loved you
I bring out the old story
The night is geting longer little by little
Still living in my heart
The time hasn't changed
On my dusty desk
The story I write line by line
I am not sure if it will be read by you
I take out the wrinkled memory
Your photo which is little faded now
We still seem to be together
Even with the elongated shadow of the evening
What stopped me was
Only you
In the old love story
The first page
Where I used your name
Which was too beautiful that it made me cry
Where I only loved you
I bring out the old story
Your face and your name
Not to feel lonely
I’ll remember it in my heart
Already on the last page
The name I scribble
In the old love story
The first page
Where I used your name
Which was too ordinary that it made me cry
Where I only loved you
I bring out the old story