Lyric

That day, you told me

It was mental strain — that word

To be honest, it still lingers in my mind

When I spoke and used medical terms

You were clearly shaken

Your tone even sounded a little angry

So your “mental strain” must have been real

But you know… I can’t help thinking this

That your strain

Held a deeper meaning

If it was your way of caring, I’d be grateful

If it was your own self‑protection

I can’t say for sure

But I wanted you to tell me

I wanted to know your true feelings

And you know…

I sometimes wonder

If I hurt you

Your face that day — that pale gray look —

As if a faint drizzle of early summer rain

Had brushed across it

Thinking of that still aches in my chest

And now you live your days happily

Never looking back

When I think of you like that

A soft smile and a sigh of relief

Come naturally to me

But my feelings are complicated

I want you to look back on that moment

And I want you to talk to me

That’s how I feel

Back then, you were worried about something

Was it the time? No…

Even now, the depths of your heart

Remain like a lingering mist

You reacted sharply to my words

Your face showed irritation

A kind of anxious anger

So your “mental strain” must have been real

But you know… I can’t help thinking this

That your strain held a deeper meaning

If it was concern for me, I’d be glad

Even if it was your own self‑protection

I could accept that

But I still hope

You’ll speak to me with a smile someday

And you know…

I sometimes wonder

If I hurt you

I still remember your lonely eyes that day

Reflecting pain and hesitation

Like a gentle early-summer rain

Thinking of that still aches in my chest

And now you live your days happily

Never looking back

When I think of you like that

A soft smile and a sigh of relief

Come naturally to me

But my feelings are complicated

I want you to look back on that moment

And I want you to talk to me

That’s how I feel

I just hope you’ll tell me your truth someday

I just hope you’ll tell me your truth someday