Oh dear, when you play your piano.
I always forget all my tension.
But whenever you give your talent a go,
I can't seem to hold my confession.

When I can't understand even myself,
All I want to do is just smile.
But it's like reaching a bookshelf.
I feel like you're standing away by a mile.

Oh darling, how must I express to you
When all there is nothing left, just a bit?
I think I can just die now, too,
And just listen to your piano sheet.