Many know of their suffering
Only some knows to what extent
A few cared
But to help? No one dared.

This is a story of her and him,
Where they lived
Freedom is just but a FANTASY.

Her heart was aching,
the pain flowing through her veins,
reaching to the very tips of her body,
sinking deeper to her bones.

Though she was hurting
she could not dare let the tears flow
‘coz where she lives
only the free birds were allowed to cry.


When it’s raining he celebrates
he goes outside, to be drenched
he looks at the sky,
to  feel the rain drops on his face.

Only then his tears can flow
When the heavens have allowed him to conceal those tears
For where he lives
one can only cry in the rain.

For where they live, one can only dream for a split-second
getting lost in their wonderful dreams cost a lot

To dream a split-second more could cost your life

So they whisper their dreams to the wind,
hoping it would reach to the other side of the mountains

They pass their dreams to the birds,
hoping they could fly across the borders

They pray to the dark clouds to carry their dreams,
hoping when it decides to pour those drops of rain, it would be on that place.
To let the rain pour along with their dreams .
Let it pour anywhere but their home.

For where they live, dreaming is not for free.
So they can only hope that they dreams are carried to that place.
The place past those concrete walls,
to the other side of the mountains,
to the land where their dreams could be free.


I have heard the wind,
The birds have reached me
I saw the rain pour,
along with their dreams

Now I carry it
So I dream for me,
I dream for her,
I dream for him
And I thank the heavens.

I thank them, for where I LIVE one could dream for FREE.

You are a king and you have your own kingdom
I am a queen, and I have my own realm
We both have our own rules, our codes in time
I will never follow yours but mine

O my love
Look into my eyes; what do you see?
I see only us in our eyes
There is no boundary to keep us constrained
We are eternally free
We are free birds and we serve only the heavens
As I listen to you and you listen to my beats
Our voices echo across the oceans
For eons to come, such passion will be remembered
So is our love, my sweetheart

This love
You have seen within yourself
You have felt its power
You have dreamed of the future
You have written secret songs
and
Prayers

I remember the shakiness of hands
held within mine (i was shaky)
Or the falling hair strands
drifting into the space of time
or in my spare bedroom
where our love once bloomed
let’s start off where we resumed


to Japanese back translate

I remember the trembling of the hands
Is held in the mine (I was unstable)
Or falling hair
The drifting in time of space
Or in my spare bedroom
Place our love, it bloomed once
We’ll start where Resume