Chrysalis

We're not wishing
for all that much.

Hidden in the shadow of a grey building
I said "who's that waiting patiently?"
I saw it while rubbing my eyes.
It was me, you, and that kid.

It's not that I couldn't see anything in my solitude.
It's that I didn't want to.

It's okay sometimes to think
we were born to be happy.
If you listen carefully you can hear it,
the shout-like prayer hidden inside.

Sometime in that river
a piece of my broken dream floated by.
The promises I couldn't keep
have one by one caused pain.

It's okay sometimes to think we live
to someday become happy.
Even though I know that the things
reflected in my eyes aren't all perfect.

Without being able to face even the tragic play before my eyes,
I don't think my hand can reach one that's far away.

It's ok sometimes to think
we were born to be happy.
I really want to open the door.
I should just say it.
I should just say it.

Ayumi Hamasaki, Immature

posted by ryryguy @ 11:33 PM