It's already late at night. The wind is sad. Where are you, sweetheart? Have you ever heard me call you Things are as they used to be. My love for you. It's going to be separated from here. We're never be together Ah....I asked myself quietly. Why can't I forget you? drizzle Nightingale Weeps He must be sad for me. To be filled with longing. Hidden in my the heart's content I'd like to rest on the drizzle. Tell me I'm interested in reliving. Ah....but the flowers are gone in the spring. Farewell in this life and in this life