Like petals from the apple tree 
                                            Fluttering as they fall 
                                            The snow at noon shimmers faintly; 
                                            The sun is white. 
                                            Icicles melting off the roof of the deserted station 
                                            Shed tears along with me.
                                             
                                             [I'm not crying] because 
                                            Going away is painful. 
                                            It's just that you're despicable.
                                             
                                             I don't want to see your face; 
                                            I don't want to hear you speak ever again. 
                                            But even that wouldn't do, 
                                            Even though 
                                            I 
                                            Hate 
                                            You.
                                             
                                             [I'm not crying] because 
                                            Going away is painful. 
                                            It's just that you're despicable.
                                             
                                             I don't want to see your face; 
                                            I don't want to hear you speak ever again. 
                                            But even that wouldn't do, 
                                            Even though 
                                            I 
                                            Hate 
                                            You.