The graffiti scrawled across the entire wall
Somehow, mysteriously grasped everything about you
“What exactly were your true feelings?”
So spilled the words, swept away by the wind
Once tomorrow comes, without changing a thing
Pretending to understand , will you smile?
Will there come a day
When you can be honest
To the voice in your heart?
The art on the street corner
In a new, fresh style
How does it reflect in your eyes?
I’ll change your mind
Somehow sounding like the voice of a stranger
The words coming from your mouth tangled in my ear
The waves of people surging to and fro
Will break briefly upon your heart
And draw back out
Each and everyone, in their own way
Struggles frantically—Don’t you know that?
And just like that
You’ll lose sight of yourself
Just like you’re alone
The street in the dawn
Games in the back alleys
What exactly reflects in your eyes?
I’ll change your mind
Isn’t the voice in your heart, the one you could always hear
The voice of the person who you always wanted to become?
If that’s how it is, then it’s not too late, even if you start now
Will there come a day
When you can be honest
To the voice in your heart?
The art on the street corner
In a new, fresh style
How does it reflect in your eyes?
The street in the dawn
Games in the back alleys
What exactly reflects in your eyes?
The art on the street corner
In a new, fresh style
Is my voice now reaching you?
I’ll change your mind
You gotta take your time