By Utada Hikaru
Streets I’m used to seeing, people I used to know
Have lately become like a far-off memory
I want to feel it again, in the dark
My heart weaves the rhythm of vivid music
No matter how it hurts
Why is it that I sing? Who knows…
I don’t want to love anymore
Why am I growing distant? Darling, darling…
I can’t hear anything anymore
The light is cast on my eyelids
My tears won’t even fall
I just tried turning BLUE
I was born with this complexion
But I go best with this color
I can’t feel anything anymore
It’s that age, isn’t it?
The carousel revolves slowly
The spinning lights
Even on nights this cold
Who is the one singing?
Five or six sheets of paper
Covered in BLUE ink
I want to believe one more time
Sooner or later the light will reach you
No matter how it hurts
Why do I live? Who knows…
I don’t want this anymore
Things were better before. Darling, darling…
Darling, Darling... Questions make me blue
Darling, Darling... Tell me something new
Let me feel it one more time
With a heart from performance
No matter how long the night
Day should break, right? Who knows…
This story is from how many years back?
You’re still caught up in it. Darling, darling…
I can’t hear anything anymore
A ship floats on amber waves
I don’t embrace fantasies
I’d rather see things clearly
Why don’t you understand?
Why do I care? Who knows…
I don’t want to love anymore
Why am I growing distant? Darling, darling…
I can’t hear anything anymore
The light is cast on my eyelids
My tears won’t even fall
I just tried turning BLUE
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if we remember; that far far away...
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