なぜ この胸は こうさびしい
なぜ 君と逢う その日だけ楽しい
なぜ 別れ路に 出る吐息が
Tell me why nights are lonesome,
Tell me why days are blue,
Tell me why all the sunshine
Comes just at one time, when I'm with you
Why do I hate to go, dear?
And hate to say good-bye?
Now somehow, it's always so, dear,
And if you know, dear, please tell me why.