The Yellow Monkey

Though I follow them, though I follow them, they slip through my fingers
Like the moon running away; rose colored days

I'm searching with you for rose colored days
Even if the world loses sight of where it's going
Gathering up the dirtied spangles
Let's make them shine like the starry sky in mid winter

Being stuck out in the rain without an umbrella
Is important, like sad memories of the past...
But thorns coil themselves around them, and fate becomes a joke
Drying up is sad, isn't it?

Though I follow them, though I follow them, they slip through my fingers
Like the moon running away; rose colored days

Running out in the rain without being able to see anything
Is like feeling that you can live your fullest
But thorns coil themselves around that, a victim of chance
Being tested is frustrating, isn't it?

But yet
I felt the sound of the night back then, after the scars of our wounds were healed
So many stars passed by, on those comforting days
Even though I've collapsed in a desert wasteland, even though we're connected by a long chain
I've decided that tomorrow, I'll fly on tomorrow's wind
Rose colored days, rose colored days

That's right, I'm satisfied, flowing along, dirty
Cast aside, deceived, captured to my very heart
I want power, I want flowers
I want a future, I want pleasure
I'm just a dreamer, are you a believer?
Are you a believer?