Our every day lives that drift and fade
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Are like a dream with no sense of reality
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Like I child that doesn't not understand, I call out
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To the things I don't understand, with a voice that sounds like it is drowning
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(Why did you call me Crying Crying Crying ?)
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I'm a coward, but you're the same way
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(he can't understand, has no need it)
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Having wished that I could receive them somehow
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The shell of my heart, my transparent shout,
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Piercing fragments, blurring motives,
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Were illuminated one by one; I wish you would know,
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I want you know, you're precious to me (what a beautiful colors.)
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I've noticed my expressions are awkward
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And it seems I've forgotten where I left my smile
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Deep in the fog, I'm surely always looking, with a scrunched up face, for the answer of a lost child
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(Why did you call me Crying Crying Crying ?)
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I try to get close but there's no way I could see it
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(he can't understand, has no need it)
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I think that I want to run away from these feelings
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When you look at me, I cannot even breathe
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But, I wish you would know,
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"That's normal. The fact that we can face each other,
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And we don't run away, has meaning"
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With the same gaze, we watch the same scenery
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and hear the same sounds, no matter how close we cuddle together
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People's hearts cannot be transmitted to another.....
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So we must entrust our feeling to words
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Having wished that I could receive them no matter what
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Just keep knocking on the shell of my heart
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In the cracks made by the piercing fragments
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I wish you would know, I want you to know
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The warmth of the tinted light in inside you, who is precious to me, as well (what a beautiful colors.)
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