I will trace the streetlight with my finger
over the glass dyed in the dusk.
We both came to dinner,
but I won't ask you why you invited me.
To your nostalgic voice on the phone,
I decided to wash my hair on the way out.
Even though
I knew you are going to say farewell to me at this restaurant.
I'm not going to leave my seat,
even if she comes here.
I want to be the one who knows you
better than anyone.
While I have not seen you for long time,
my grudge against you have faded away.
For now, I want you to forget about her
and look only at me.
To your fondly-remembered voice on the phone,
I decided to wash my hair when I go out.
For now, I want you to forget her.
Look closely at me.
Look closely at me.