"Goodbye Sa, oh, no, never see Sa again."
Then, turn around and leave.
I will always be narcissistically intoxicated by my clean and tidy performance without shaking off a speck of dust, just like bravely looking at each other when we meet, bravely confessing when I am tempted, bravely protecting when I like you, bravely turning around when I leave, bravely saying goodbye when I am no longer in love.