Let’s talk about old times, shall we?
Wrapped in a dull cloth
I can’t grasp the correct shape
Staring at stained words
Here at the garbage dump
Today will start again
I’ll keep breathing with just this one heart
I cradle it in both hands, it doesn’t belong to anyone
Until the 70 billionth morning comes
I’ll drown in the seemingly quiet night
In a place I saw the deep blue sky melt into pale pink
With each passing day
Petals of happiness wither, one by one
As if the days were forming a current
I go against the flow
Only those who oppose it
Know how uncertain it really is
I’ll keep breathing with just this one heart
I cradle it in both hands, it doesn’t belong to anyone
Until the 70 billionth morning comes
I’ll drown in the seemingly quiet night
In a place I saw the deep blue sky melt into pale pink
Gentle, pale crimson springs
Slow, damp summer nights
Even crisply dry autumn skies
And silvery winter mornings
Will remain unchanging, a song of your very own life
That scent appeared suddenly
Before threatening to fade from the box I had opened wide
There’s only one ice cream left
But you’ve already gone so far beyond
If you felt your heart stir, more than an urge to look back
Why are you still standing there?
Spin the evidence that you’ve made it this far
Still here now