immature

[masa]

We've never wanted so much
At any time

What is it keeping still
Hidden behind the gray building?
I looked at the scene, rubbing my eyes
It was me, the girl, and you

It was not true I could see nothing because of loneliness
It was that I didn't want to see any more

It's all right for us to sometimes think
That we were born to be happy
For sure, isn't it?
Just listen carefully, and you will hear
The cries like the prayers hidden inside

The things floating on that river once
Were the broken pieces of dream

Sometimes we got hurt consciously
When our promises were not kept

It's all right for us to sometimes think
That we live to be happy
Someday, isn't it?
Even though we come to know
All the things reflected in our eyes are not beautiful

Even without being able to cope with the tragedy before my eyes
How can I reach the tragedy that is far off?

It's all right for us to sometimes think
That we were born to be happy
For sure, isn't it?
We really want to open the door
Let's say it out loud
Let's say it out loud




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Edited by AHS Staff
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