My lips wish to communicate my love. “I want to live this life for you.”
Over a windswept crescent moon, we fly with no destination in mind.
We won’t even notice the lives of shooting stars until the day their lights have expired.
But we’ve been protected all along, never knowing a thing. Within a completely safe space, inside love itself.
We believed passionately, strongly, deeply, that we would someday take flight:
Our dreams sprout feathers, becoming our wings!
My lips wish to communicate my love. To say, “I’m living this life for you.”
Let us continue to spin a true tale, forevermore.
Even if our fate is an irony, “I’ll light the way to a new hope for you.”
Our promise won’t die as just a bud—I’ll make sure our vow reaches full bloom!
A new moon revives, becoming full as it continues its cycle.
Flowers budded in the desert. The wind cried out, declaring them courageous.
I’d rather protect than be protected. The seasons change color, reality coming full circle.
I’ll never give up hope again! Igniting this red, pale flame of passion,
My wings will traverse the blackness, no matter how deep.
If the desire is there, I believe I can go to see you. Even if rain falls, blocking the sky.
Invisible signs will be my guide, connecting us.
If we each seek our own love, then I’m sure the place we reach
Will be a sanctuary! So keep only looking straight ahead!
“Don’t run away!” Tomorrow’s first cry shows us the way.
“Don’t lose!” Says the voice of someone special to us.
I’ll get closer to it, continuing with you from this place:
Shine bright! Our dreams are our wings!
My lips wish to communicate my love. To say, “I’m living this life for you.”
Let us continue to spin a true tale, forevermore.
Even if our fate is an irony, “I’ll light the way to a new hope for you.”
Our promise won’t die as just a bud—I’ll make sure our vow reaches full bloom!