I fly to the sky,
and pass my dread aside;
I walk upon the cloud,
and find you by my side…
I open my arms,
hold her eyes, and cry;
she whispers nothing new,
but I hold her tighter still.
I dive to the ground,
and lose her now;
I pray for her to come with me,
but the goddess has her refusal.
I cross my heart and weep alone…
but she never comes to see me by;
time goes, and her love with it —
yet I am still here, to see her by my side.
Far from the shadow of yesterday,
a haze of a new day, and a dawn of fate;
with the beautiful memories of you,
I wonder at this life again.
Beneath the pillow of dreams,
under the hope of an endless sky,
I gaze through the eyes of the present —
I welcome this life again.
Thorns of desire, and the pale;
flowers of love, and of hate;
and with time, you smile —
I love this life again.
Endless is my way, my journey;
speechless, the thoughts of mine;
and with one glance of yours one day,
I contemplate this life again…
Into the surrey of the day,
you welcomed not my silence;
with the end, it starts again and again —
I am lost in this life again…
Secretly, in the span of time,
the worthless seems so worth again;
and with the final words of the way,
and with you, I wonder at this life again…
I am walking down memory lane,
the one I met first, but never last;
still deep in every lonely day,
lost deeper, and remembering all the way…
Retrospective, travelling this time —
the one in my worst, and forever;
friend, or beloved — but the one;
and whether I lost or won, still the last one…
Drifting through one more memory,
I wanted, but never the way;
and I wondered, long, for one,
and ended up with a lost beloved…
All the way through this journey,
one has been there, all the way;
once a friend, a beloved, a friend again —
but the start, and the end, with me.
Once in a while in the day,
filled with love and life,
yes — it came to start,
with the end of the line of desire,
but the long way to another time.
I guess it wasn’t the right choice;
I wondered through dusk and dawn,
with eyes filled with hope and love,
but the dew of a shack,
and the shame of neglect,
answered only the shadow of time.
And yet the end came with a “yes,”
and I wondered all the dark night;
but the answer came with the truth of none,
and again I wondered, of hate and love —
the beautiful moments of life…
not with the one I got,
but with the one I lost long ago,
in that one moment of love.
I gaze up to the endless sky,
the blue, the vast, with countless tries;
alone, and in groups, flying high,
the birds of the sky pass by me…
I find my colour in the clouds of the sky;
life is beautiful, ever — no denying;
and in the morning dawn,
I wonder, watching, all day long…
I open my eyes, and I am flying in the sky;
you are everywhere, here.
With the melody of the winds, blowing high,
I gaze at this gazeless sky…
I look to the farther sky,
everything in miniature, potent in itself;
though far from dreams and reality,
the sky is raining with love today…
Glaring, those black eyes at mine —
I wonder, who is the angel?
I moved back to the yard, and caught a glance of her:
she is my love, and you…
Holding back my heartbeat every time,
I steady myself, and whisper in her ear,
“Will you be my forever, in every life?”
And she smiles back, and says yes to me…
She pressed her lips to mine,
and I wandered, in a wonderland;
though she knows this is only for a while,
she is the one I know — with love…
I move back to my present, with hope,
and all I see is one faint message of hers:
“I know you, but you are not mine.”
I know she is mine — but in another world.
Here you are, in my heart —
but not in my life…
Surely you live in my dreams,
but not in my life.
You give me love,
but not the one I desire.
You know what is mine,
but not the one I know.
You owe me nothing —
but I owe you my life…
The moment of my dream, I seek today…
the one I remember with your love…
the one that lasts in your remembrance.
I feel your touch in every pain I cry at night…
I look for you in my shadow, in the dark…
and I know you are with me, still.
Though safe in my heart, you are not in my mind;
though forever in my thoughts, you are not before my eyes…
I wish there were a destination for this sorrow I adore each day,
in this parted life of yours and mine…
Just your memory stays with me, day and night.
I held my breath,
and moved nervously toward her;
I held her hand,
and whispered my love.
Far from all the situations,
I offered her everything…
I held her in my arms,
and pressed her lips to mine;
I moved closer to her,
and promised a great time ahead…
Although I stood there long,
I am still standing there.
So many nights passed by,
and I wondered every day;
but she never looked back,
and I told myself, “the time wasn’t right”…
Yet I closed my eyes,
and dreamed of her again.
It hurts, knowing the reality is far away,
and I don’t like it anymore;
but I glanced back through that time,
and asked her to be mine again.
She didn’t understand — just like the last time —
and I offered her one final goodbye.
Pluck her not like a flower,
though she is the most beautiful of all…
Care for her like a child,
for she carries the one within her heart…
Ever look beyond her smile —
she holds a whole spring of happiness…
She has everything, and yet
she deserves more than a shadow of you…
And one morning, we cheer;
but she is in everything, and shines…
Far beyond the horizon of imagination,
she is the one — with everything in her eyes…
And travelling every day through her memories,
I wonder: is she the journey, or the destination?
But should I ever find the most beautiful place,
it would be no better than her heart…
The longer you stay with her, in joy,
the more beautiful the memories she makes — forever.
Her eyes may seem lost and alone at times,
but she is more beautiful than ever…