Gray smile

It is a sunny day,

No winds, no clouds.

I am standing on the crossing of the crowed street,

Waiting for the red light to turn green.

Sounds of the trumpets sweep past in front of me follows the cars.

I am looking at the wide road quietly, seems like far, far away from the excitement.

Lonely, is the party for myself.

The light turns green,

But I still stand there

With a sweetly smile on my face.

Streams of people come and leave beside me.

At the moment they walk cross pass me,

I can see jealousy in their eyesight.

They are envying my cheer and happiness

Because of my smiling face.

But who knows,

I am walking on this crowed road,

Is to look for the happiness

That I have lost somewhere?

There are tears falling in my heart

Beating sadly melodies.

Lonely, is the party for myself.

You said you understand me,

Understand everything in my heart.

But watching through your eyes,

I know you are lying.

You just remember what my name is,

But never understand what I am really like.

I never walked into your brain and your heart,

I was walking by myself all the time.

Lonely, is the party for myself.

You said I was lonely

Because I never wait for you to go together.

But when I stop at the crossing this time,

You go and leave me.

I am watching the view of your back with a smile on my face,

Yeah, smiling,

I am still smiling.

Maybe this way is doomed
to belong to only myself.

Lonely, is the party for myself.

Smile, smile,

I smile until I feel tired,

I had to ask myself,

“Are you really felt happy

Or just afraid to confess your sorrow?

You reckon this way can keep your happiness

So you choose to pretend happy,

You think you can decrease your pain,

So you hypnotize yourself?”

Lonely, is the party for myself.

At this moment,

Forgetting is my instinct to protect myself,

Learning standing alone is the best choice for me.

Love used to between you and me,

But now we should let it go.

When the light turns green again,

I will continue to walk forward

Whether you will go with me or not.

Maybe my happiness is waiting for me on the next crossing.

I can find it finally without you,

I believe…

Lonely, is the party for myself.