"If you closed your eyes, you won't gaze into sadness."
"If you forget the feeling of warmth, you won't feel pain."
I can't recall that gentle voice
In the depths of my mourning heart.
Someone is calling me from my forgetten past,
Asking me when I will take sorrow into my hands again.
A little ship glitters silently in the distant, alone.
Swept away by a torrent of grief,
it disappears under the waves of my heart.
Why do I search the ocean depths aimlessly,
For the warmth that I should not have known
December 30, 2009
December 24, 2009
December 17, 2009
December 13, 2009
December 9, 2009
I’m not strong enough to tell you about my feelings of insecurity
The dream I want to grasp, I was always being buried by my own answers to my questions within the interval of wishes
I sense weakness which could not be concealed every time I stumble blindly
Your existence strangles this body of mine.
There are things which will become tainted and time that flows on
But that’s right, because it’s definitely not a mistake …Yes, I’ll believe that
December 5, 2009
December 4, 2009
Blue sky is in the distance.
It feels so close.
Yet, I cannot grab it even if I reach out with my hands
I looked up at the stars before.
The stars that I cannot reach and the wishes that will not be granted.
There is nothing we have been able to leave behind for each other.
Therefore, traces and memories will disappear someday.
But still..
Even if it will not reach her, there should be something that will remain in our hearts.
There is nothing that remains in our hands, but we lived the same time and looked up at the same things.
If I can remember that… I can believe that we can be together even if we are far apart.
It feels so close.
Yet, I cannot grab it even if I reach out with my hands
I looked up at the stars before.
The stars that I cannot reach and the wishes that will not be granted.
There is nothing we have been able to leave behind for each other.
Therefore, traces and memories will disappear someday.
But still..
Even if it will not reach her, there should be something that will remain in our hearts.
There is nothing that remains in our hands, but we lived the same time and looked up at the same things.
If I can remember that… I can believe that we can be together even if we are far apart.
November 25, 2009
暁の車
Shaded by the trees, calling out to the wind, I'm lying face-down crying
I saw a version of myself I didn't even recognize
On this guitar I'm playing the melody of someone who's passed on
A star falls in the grief of someone who'll never be seen again
Please don't go, no matter how much you scream,
all it will do is quietly stir these orange petals
Saved on my soft brow,
I send the memories in my palm far away
An eternal farewell as I keep strumming
The heart of a child clinging to a gentle hand
The blazing wheels cast it off and continue on
On this guitar I'm playing the grief of someone who's passed on
The strings in my heart being plucked at violently
In the pure white unstained by sorrow,
the orange petals stirred in a summer shadow
Even if my soft brow is lost,
I'll cross over the far off, red-stained sand
The rhythm of farewell
Branded into my memories, on the ever-turning earth,
there is something sprouting in remembrance
Sending off the dawn's carriage
Those orange petals are stirring somewhere even now
The peaceful daybreak I once saw
Until it is placed in my hands once more,
please don't let the light go out
The wheels are turning
November 24, 2009
一个人,无论再坚强,
还是会有软弱的一面。
While i was embracing my resentful emotions,
what you were saying was probably right.
I could turn back right now but, i'm just too stubborn.
I can't stop now that i've started walking.
I can't stop now because i dont have enough strength to turn back.
Will i have another chance? with my hands tainted with loneliness.
还是会有软弱的一面。
While i was embracing my resentful emotions,
what you were saying was probably right.
I could turn back right now but, i'm just too stubborn.
I can't stop now that i've started walking.
I can't stop now because i dont have enough strength to turn back.
Will i have another chance? with my hands tainted with loneliness.
November 1, 2009
October 28, 2009
When you dodge, “I’m afraid of getting cut”.
When you attack, “I’m afraid of cutting someone”.
Even when you try to protect someone; “I’m afraid of letting them die”.
Yes, your sword only speaks to me of absurd fear.
That’s not it.
What’s neccesary in a fight isn’t fear.
Nothing can be born from that.
If you dodge, “I won’t let them cut me”.
If you protect someone, “I won’t let them die”.
If you attack, “I’ll cut them”.
Well can’t you see…
… the resolve to cut you reflected in my sword?
When you attack, “I’m afraid of cutting someone”.
Even when you try to protect someone; “I’m afraid of letting them die”.
Yes, your sword only speaks to me of absurd fear.
That’s not it.
What’s neccesary in a fight isn’t fear.
Nothing can be born from that.
If you dodge, “I won’t let them cut me”.
If you protect someone, “I won’t let them die”.
If you attack, “I’ll cut them”.
Well can’t you see…
… the resolve to cut you reflected in my sword?
August 24, 2009
June 29, 2009
May 7, 2009
April 5, 2009
March 16, 2009
March 14, 2009
How a single thread of emotions could blacken my feelings without even a single spark of light. How a single feeling could overule my life. Fight it i must...
If i have a choice..i would rather get my old self back, even with the pain i will suffer again..
it is better than this, my now. As, i am nothing.. but a pool of darkness, blinding my sight.
Who will hold my hand, walk through this with me?
If i have a choice..i would rather get my old self back, even with the pain i will suffer again..
it is better than this, my now. As, i am nothing.. but a pool of darkness, blinding my sight.
Who will hold my hand, walk through this with me?
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