2020.11.05.
White Flower
As the snow flurries down to the ground tonight, it's still white here in town
The quiet town where they were born and where they met
You've been a crybaby since you were a little girl, and I was the one to get you out of that situation.
And I will always be there for you. I've decided...
That I will love you more than anything else in the world, even from afar.
I will always carry you in my heart
I didn't believe in the word 'forever'
It was just too soon. The end was just around the corner.
He said, 'Please, God, help me,' instead of giving me my half.
I just cry. I don't know what else to do.
Your hand shook softly when you pushed it back.
I'll force a smile, but I can't...
If you say thank you, there's nothing more I can say.
You lied to me and said you were fine, and you knew all about it.
I wanted to see you, but I couldn't. I drew you in my heart.
Like a white flower, I look up at the snow and think...
2020.09.02.
Give Me Your Hand.
I want to shine, I can't see the end of my days, I struggle today and the sun goes down
The moonlight on the way home. I hope I can be like that one day.
I tapped my chest so that I wouldn't feel so weak.
Sweat and tears shed to get to the other side of my imagination.
The closer you get, the further away you get, the more you want to keep chasing it.
Longing wasn't enough. I had to chase after it.
Spilled tears, before they dry, reach out my hand and go on and on
I didn't want to see my own weaknesses, so I just kept running away.
I'd come home feeling a little out of sorts. It's easy to feel better, so why not?
Does it make you feel that much pain? Do you miss him?
The truth is, I knew I wasn't very good at it, so I couldn't lie to myself.
Because that's what I am, a dream I can't throw away even if I wanted to.
A shadow is not enough. I want to hold on to my dreams tomorrow
If you can step out of your comfort zone and admit your weakness, you can go anywhere.
The opposite of evolution is not degeneration, it's just standing still, not moving.
Since the day he was born, he's been falling and crying, but he's still looked up and moved on.
Passion was never enough, so I looked up into the night sky again and again.
I swore to the moon that I would not waste my tears, that I would not waste them.
Longing wasn't enough. I had to chase after it.
Spilled tears, before they dry, reach out my hand and go on and on
We could go on and on...