作词 : 風間博允 作曲 : 風間博允 Late at night, I lie awake, replaying all our fights, Words I wish I'd never said, haunt these lonely nights. Every "I'm sorry" left unsaid, every tear you cried, Now they're just whispers, echoing inside.
Regret speaks softly, in the dead of night, Whispers of what could've been, and things I didn't make right. Every missed chance, every word unsaid, In whispers of regret, our love is left for dead.
I see your face in every dream, your voice a distant call, Regret is like a shadow, it follows me through it all. I wish that I could turn back time, undo the past mistakes, But all that's left are whispers, in the silence that it makes.
Regret speaks softly, in the dead of night, Whispers of what could've been, and things I didn't make right. Every missed chance, every word unsaid, In whispers of regret, our love is left for dead.
The "what ifs" and "if onlys," they tear me apart, Every whispered regret, a dagger to my heart. I'll carry this burden, for the rest of my days, In whispers of regret, our love will always stay.
Regret speaks softly, in the dead of night, Whispers of what could've been, and things I didn't make right. Every missed chance, every word unsaid, In whispers of regret, our love is left for dead.
作词 : 風間博允 作曲 : 風間博允 Late at night, I lie awake, replaying all our fights, Words I wish I'd never said, haunt these lonely nights. Every "I'm sorry" left unsaid, every tear you cried, Now they're just whispers, echoing inside.
Regret speaks softly, in the dead of night, Whispers of what could've been, and things I didn't make right. Every missed chance, every word unsaid, In whispers of regret, our love is left for dead.
I see your face in every dream, your voice a distant call, Regret is like a shadow, it follows me through it all. I wish that I could turn back time, undo the past mistakes, But all that's left are whispers, in the silence that it makes.
Regret speaks softly, in the dead of night, Whispers of what could've been, and things I didn't make right. Every missed chance, every word unsaid, In whispers of regret, our love is left for dead.
The "what ifs" and "if onlys," they tear me apart, Every whispered regret, a dagger to my heart. I'll carry this burden, for the rest of my days, In whispers of regret, our love will always stay.
Regret speaks softly, in the dead of night, Whispers of what could've been, and things I didn't make right. Every missed chance, every word unsaid, In whispers of regret, our love is left for dead.
