Utada Hikaru

Being conscious of the illusion that the mirror reflects
I'm picking up speed without thinking about it

When you tell me I can go anywhere
This halfway desire makes signs all gray

The sway of the fire paints dreams tonight
Is your brush dry?

If you can't see the blue sky
Then open a blue umbrella
Who cares? The canvas is all yours
You raise a white flag only when you give up
Now, be like a bullfighter covered in red

Under a flourscent light where colors become dull
I met you on a black and white chessboard

We lean on eachother for a moment
At the same time being indecisive
It's been a month since then
Do you remember?

It was good just watching the orange sunset next to you
But a mouth is the cause of a crisis
You only wear black clothes when you pray to the dead
A remnant of bright red lipstick left there on purpose

If you say that you can only paint pictures without dreams
Then paint over it
The canvas, as many times as you want
You raise a white flag only when you give up
The "me" now, is a color that you can't recognize