I'm tired of walking.
I stand in the night,
while superimposing tears
on my memory.
The number of encounter equals that of farewell, but
I believed eternal time would last.
Even words that hurt each other,
I'm now holding.
Every time I look back,
I feel alone.
How should I love you,
How could I feel you,
without you?
Countless memories
fill this moment to the full.
We were born and encountered each other in the same age,
to confirm each one's love.
I still remember the days
we were seeking dream in the answer-less tomorrow.
Toward the limitless expanse of sky,
I ask again
why I was born,
why I now live.
To live is sometims hard,
so I made me indirect.
I loved you.
I was hurt by you.
Then, I realized the profundity of the word "love."
Do you remember the day we first met,
the time we had the same dream?
Toward the limitless expanse of sky,
I ask again
why I was born,
why I now live.
How should I love you,
How could I feel you,
without you?
| Arashi no Saxophone Tuesday, May 20, 2008 |
