Playing the piano in a room in the night
Where strangers won’t look at me, look at me
I strum my fingers, the strings ring out clear
Strangers won’t look at me, I don’t let them look
Weekends are always spent in the depths of the sea; it’s the time for me to tune my heart
The deadly weapon called “talent,” it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
The good and the bad, it’s always so cruel, always things I never want to listen to
The music I can stop with my hands alone filled with the little expectations I have
“That’s it. I’m done with deceiving strangers.”
That “love” is all lies, and I’m just forcing myself
Let’s stop with the lies, okay?
“That’s it. I’m done with doubting my music.”
For the time when I’ll be acknowledged, for the time when people will look back at me, I wait
Adults and children, there is no distinction. In a sea of lights,
“Who the heck are you?”
Weekends are always spent in the depths of my music, for nobody else but myself
The music I can stop with my hands alone, I fill with my cowardly arrogance
“It’s okay, because I’m taking the helm.”
That’s my very own “love,” just for me, that’s the sound I love
Let’s stop with the lies, okay?
“That’s it. I’m done with doubting my music.”
For the time when it’ll reach someone, for the time I can end it with no regrets, I wait
Waiting for the glow of morning, the streetlights start to disappear
At the mercy of the drift of this nightless ocean
“It’s okay – even if I wake up from this dream.”
Because I will never forget my one happiness
“That’s it. I’m done with deceiving strangers.”
That “love” is all lies, and I’m just forcing myself
Let’s stop with the lies, okay?
“That’s it. I’m done with doubting my music.”
For the time when I’ll be acknowledged, for the time when people will look back at me, I just wait
“It’s okay, because I’m taking the helm.”
That’s my very own “love,” just for me, that’s the sound I love
Let’s stop with the lies, okay?
If, someday, the time comes when I give up,
The best choice is already carved into my heart