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.