Somewhere along this way, down the road,
after the corner, the place where we are familiar, yet so strange.
It's an awful feeling where you go back to
the place which houses most of your fun time past three years, yet,
all by you alone yourself.
Somewhere over the fences, behind the bushes, through the wall,
we had our fun, our joy and our sweet memories.
Somehow this time at the same particular time,
I'm standing at the road junction alone,
lacking the accompany from you, it's awful.