In China, sand is parchment
and that night my hand was a quill
you wrote "I love you" with my finger,
and baby...that kills.

Don't take this the wrong way
I know that isn't what you meant.
This is to inform you, that after all you taught me,
I couldn't learn to forget.

And after all you gave me
I still feel the loss
when you waved goodbye to me
did you know how much it cost?

I'm a dog
who's master's left,
but still wears the chain
and though you never claimed me
I still feel the pain.

Now the parchments burning
and the lilies fade,
and behind the curtain of waves
two characters remain:

忘記

But rest assured they have no power
and that you'll live on,
as the loneliness of each cigarette
and as the girl in every song.