Hello, my dearest friend
I just wanted you to know
That I never wanted to go

Do you remember when
I spoke Japanese to your mom and dad
How we talked and how we laughed
And we wrote a message on the writing pad?

Do you remember when
We tried to watch Pulp Fiction
When my head rested against your shoulder
And our bodies lay in perfection?

Do you remember when we ran
Through those elementary halls
And we stopped to catch our breath
As our hearts were enthralled?

I remember feeling blessed
Just to see you every day
And your guise reminds me of
All the words I couldn't say

Goodbye, my dearest friend
I just wanted you to know
My love for you will never end

Sayōnara

On drifted summer
of blue green and red
the wind lapped my face
with the things that you said
I'll never be near you
or tell you how pretty
the color of summer
blue green and red.

My baby left on a train
to another town
with her finger she wrote
"Maybe" on the glass
then pulled the shutter down.

How long is a "Maybe"?
when will my baby
be coming home?

My baby wrote only once
in fifteen years
it was the cruelest thing
you ever did see
'cos at the bottom of the page
she signed it with a -
"Maybe"...

My baby left on a train
to another town

My baby left on a train
to another town.

(Fade out)

We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.

The sun is magnificent and panoramic,
Till it burns you,
To the core, it burns you.
Have you ever wondered,
The same warmth you crave for,
Has burnt you to ashes?

That city, I escaped into,
Dreams burn in the fire,
The heat kills me, it kills me.
For the place I belong,
It rains, and rains, always.
This cold comforts me.

That city which holds,
Dreams of millions, has mine too,
But misplaced it, somehow.
Ah, it suffocates me,
Lend me one more breathe.

Back I come, to the place,
Where rain renews all,
Where morning is still peaceful.
And, I still love this sky, desperately!