the original ah lian;
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
this is a song, a tiny song -
I was searching for something in the sky that is dyed the color of sighs
Even though I can't outdistance the shadows that stretch out from here, and the uneasy future
(even though I can't outrun those problems looming behind)
Riding on the last train,
let's run through the sad train station
We'll be at your town before long
We'll laugh, cry, and then we'll dream about tomorrow
(again and again)
Thank you, wonderful world
Riding on a full train,
I've begun to lose the feelings that are important
(do you recognize that snarling, hurtful person?/do you see me walking away?)
But right now, I should still be on time
(but I'll reach the same destination in the end, ne?)
We'll laugh, cry, and then we'll dream about tomorrow
(because tomorrow hopes and dreams and laughing and crying are blessings)
From here on out, it's a wonderful world
(it will, it will.)
This is a little song, a tiny song, now my hands fly high, high in the air
(do you hear my wish?)
I hope that my gentle voice that believes in friends, reaches you far far away
I wonder that loud carefree person still acknowledges me.
subarashiki sekai 8:43 PM
