Wednesday, 3 June 2009

The gentle wind always blows on the road
I want to meet you, but is it okay for such a thing
There’s small heart beats and our feelings will overlap
I’m just waiting for them to dissolve quietly into each other

Why do people yearn for answers?
Although I’m happy with this, what is happiness?

Can you hear the Song of Love?
It’s a small love
In order to smile, it seems we’re drawn close
By your tender sound
Time flows, dreams flow
They change various shapes
I’ll be fine, right here with you

You become aware of the voice that you’re calling
I reach my hand out to the things I lost

Why does this mark the end of time?
But I’ll still continue to follow the sky of tomorrow

Can you hear the Song of Love
It’s about a small love
Winking one by one
The sound is dear
During that day with the stars
I shed tears
I’ll be fine, right here with you

It’s sometimes a distant wish
I’m probably trying to grasp unreasonably
While laboring with my hands
Gradually it’s diminishing
I’ll become more confident in a small love
Rather than a big one

Someday when the flowers are blooming
A great love will grow
In order to sing, In order to play
The two of us will become close

Can you hear the Song of Love
It’s about small love
In order to smile, it seems we’re drawn close
By your kind sound
Time flows, dreams flow
They change various shapes
I’ll be fine, right here with you
We’ll laugh together and I’ll be fine