Just sitting by the front door steps,
I know that you actually haven't been sleeping.
You have locked the door and not answered the phone.
The night is cool and very dark.
At this moment I have no special feelings,
just a feeling of tiredness and a little drunk.
Whoever that is angry with me,
I don't want to face.

* That's the way things are,
just like this world,
quite dark and grey.
There isn't any difference between black and white.
The closest person
to you just cannot understand.
That's the way things are.
Just let go,
quietly not letting anyone notice.
People that return home late
are wandering around alone,
trying hard to search for that road called happiness.

Or should I just sit here on the steps of the house
also knowing that you just haven't slept.
You have locked the door and not answered the phone.
The night is cool and even darker.
At this moment I no longer have any feelings,
just am tired and feel even more drunk.
Whoever is angry with me
I don't want to face.

Repeat *
(searching for the road called happiness) = background

Created by Janice Lo
July 3, 1997