We still,
Didn’t know a thing,
Vainly seeking nothingness,
With our left hands.
Then the smallest conflict,
Bound your hands,
Deluding your view of the future.
I don’t really know how to protect something,
But I don’t mind if these idealistic feelings are a farce;
I want to try living,
As my true self…
We met,
Amid time approaching in turns –
I’m believing in the “me” who’s there with you.
Until this dream reaches its gentle end,
Let us open wide these budding days,
And fight your fate!
Those words,
Were lit gently,
On a silent night;
They fall like a chilling rain,
Amid the white light of the moon.
I believed only,
In the act of believing…
I’ll connect with that emotion –
A light strong enough to blind,
That illuminated the night.
I still don’t know,
Of the nihilistic form,
Painted by sadness at the ends of fate.
Reverberations of desire,
Fall like noise,
Obscuring my view of those old feelings…
But since you laughed despite it all,
I was never able to toss that future aside –
So let’s go on living,
Our true selves…
We met amid time passing us by,
And I’m believing in the “me” who’s beginning to change.
Until we reach the point this dream ends,
Let us open wide these budding days,
And fight your fate!