Flow

The changing seasons color the streets
Ambiguous time passes by
I was gazing up to the tear colored sky
I push aside the waves of sadness

My dreams are far away
Even though I could see them quite clearly
I lost sight of the important things

The promise that we made on that day has broken and scattered
Pieces of passionate and short lived memories
Even if I wake up from the dream that we've both had
I won't forget these feelings, ever

The wind blows through the faded landscape
And my memories softly return

Even if I walk down that fimiliar road, I can't go back
My first lie, my final words

My pretending to be strong, I misrepresent my feelings
An answer from the passed seasons
So I understand that after all
I can't do anything about it, it seems futile
After all, I just answer my own question every time
These conditions just keep building up
Alone on this long night, the street light shines on the stillness
My memories are kaleidoscopic
My mind starts to race round and round
So many times, I forget that I try to
Cling to my fleeting memories

A merry-go-round of sadness
A melody slow dance at midnight

The promise that we made on that day has broken and scattered
Pieces of passionate and short lived memories
Even if I wake up from the dream that we've both had
I won't forget these feelings, ever
The days of my memories shine down on this moment