Just before the ticket control
you left off the hands we were holding
I let go a sign of loneliness unintentionally
when pulling the skirt's hem
When I made a tearful face
you turn your smile to me
"I love you", or
"I want to be always with you"
Because I don't need
such ordinary words
"If there were a red thread
in your little finger
would it be tied to my little finger..."
I talk to myself on the way home
in speeches from a maiden in love
blushing a little
When tomorrow comes
we can be together again, but
You knock me in the head
with that hand of yours I love
Even if I am not next to you
You look this way
"I like you very much" or
"I miss you so much that I can't stand it"
Because you don't give me
the words I want
"If there were a red thread
in your little finger
would it be tied to my little finger...?"
My head if full of speeches
like the ones from a maiden in love
and I shyly laugh a little
If tomorrow I wouldn't be there
what would be your face?
"I love you", or
"I want to be always with you"
Because we won't need
such ordinary words.
"If there were a red thread
in your little finger
would it be tied to my little finger...?"
My head if full of speeches
like the ones from a maiden in love
and I shyly laugh a little