Sometimes, even if only for old times' sake, come to me. Have lunch with me at noon, sitting face to face. The bill, whatever it comes to, is mine. When you were here, I never knew you— nothing at all!
Don't forget me like this. Must someone be forgotten just for making a mistake, even if they burn in remorse?
Are you or I the same as we were before? Once you loved, I didn't. Now I love, you don't. In love's name you used to ask me for time. In love's name, why shouldn't I ask you for time?
No, today I won't trouble you anymore. You don't love me— I have no headache over this. Clinging to that old stubbornness, I don't live for myself anymore either. Those dreams that promise everything— I'm old enough now to distrust them.
From the day you left until now, how I've been living— I don't want to bore you today by telling those stories. I only want to sit with you, talking, and share one meal.
I don't know what's happened to me lately— whenever I sit down to eat, I remember you. I keep thinking, after this plate is finished, there may not be many plates left.
Will you eat with me one day, sitting together? One plate of rice? Or a cup of tea? I'll pay the bill, of course!