On a windy day like this,
It’s easy to erase any trace of you.
[Easy come…easy go…] Like a cold,
I’m getting used to our separation.

To me, love is always like so:
It’s always filled with easy words,
Even though it may have started with a difficult confession,
When we encounter another morning,
It may all disappear.
Like stars that sadly lose their light.

On a rainy day like this,
It’s easy to believe in destiny,
[Easy come…easy go…] Again, love returns to me after making me cry.

To me, love is always like so:
It’s always filled with easy words,
Even though it may have started with a difficult confession,
When we encounter another morning,
It may all disappear.
Like stars that sadly lose their light.

To me, love is always like so:
It’s always filled with easy words,
Like stars that sadly lose their light.

To me, love is always like so:
It’s always filled with easy words,
Even though it may have started with a difficult confession,
When we encounter another morning,
It may all disappear.
Like morning stars that sadly lose their light.