I kissed your hand, even leaned against your head. Let you lie on my chest. But that person is no longer me. All these little things are now called sadness. The days they start to pass. Without you they still pass. It's not that bad. I will silently endure. Besides, when we were together we were both happy once. That is enough. My warmth and your coldness have created a fog. Is a heart drawn on milky glass foggy. Or more clear? What kind of man are you? What kind of man? Watching her leave without seeing or asking. How naive can you be, quit pretending. She waits for you to pull her back, instead you politely step aside. What kind of man are you? What kind of man are you? Still in love with her but too scared to tell her "wait". It's ok, you keep playing your part. She'll meet a better man.