Though I want to know the truth I can't bear to hear it As if on purpose, when we meet out You come late Hey, what kind of sign is this? It's dragging me down... As always, the evening sky has on a face as if nothing is wrong Less phone calls, less mail too Even fewer long phone conversations Our conversations are full of your last-minute cancellations, or "because of work" But it's okay if I believe you, right? Because we made a promise, after all... Don't want to make you say those last words So I put on the face of an obedient child Why... Does it require so much courage To hear the truth? Today instead of tomorrow Tomorrow instead of today It just gets harder and harder to hear Oh. The evening sky laughed again... As always, the evening sky acts as if nothing is wrong... Don't want to make you say those last words So I put on the face of an obedient child