Where Is Your Lover?

How does it change from strong to light?
How are you thinking of his shirt that you gave him for a present?
As if a strange tale in the middle of the night
It's so late now
Don't say how he is again
How he is
His smiling face and his wording
His intonation warm or cold
Has nothing to do with me

Clearly sympathy has no use
You definitely said
Giving is useless too
Normally when I look forward to the big give away of tenderness
You are too lazy to meet it
But when it is you who is down in the dumps
The time of insomnia
Sympathy needs to be offered as a gift at any time
Unexpectedly I uncover that I am your
Infinitely enthusiastic audience
Where is your lover?
Does your heart hurt?
Try asking how I know
Where is your lover?
You only cry bitterly when meeting with him
At my place
There is no alternative but to greet or say goodbye, two kinds
Dully talking about how bad the weather has been recently
(Meaningless to use this last ounce of self-respect I have to receive merit)
I'm scared that the more I say the more I feel that my eyebrows are getting heavier
(I'm powerless to give this final piece of love and care)