Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my ハート, 心 is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my ハート, 心 is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are 天使 who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to 移動する on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before あなた can say “Thank you” または “I 愛 you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They キッス our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are 天使 who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to 移動する on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before あなた can say “Thank you” または “I 愛 you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They キッス our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.