It’s probably not this hard for those who can say “I love you”
The most important things always disappear without being put into words
Tomorrow will be 13 months since you left here
It seems I’m getting used to living alone, to the long nights
But you know, my fingertips still remember you
The softness of the palms of your hands
Once more, I’d like to take them in mine and tell you something
I don’t want to say “I love you”. Those words just aren’t enough
It’s something I feel so strongly, it almost makes me laugh
When you were here, you were so close that I couldn’t see you
Now I understand the purpose of living with the person you love
You know, in my heart… you see, I have wings
So that I can fly to the city where you live
To bring happiness from the past into the future
That’s why my fingertips are still searching for you
The softness of the palms of your hands
Once more, I’d like to take them in mine, gently, and tell you something
This feeling of “I love you”