Far away

[masa]

Newly, like myself, like yourself ...

I've come to the sea that the two people visited one day alone
When they could call themselves lovers
And I'm looking for the sceneries I have forgotten
Hearing the sound of the waves, so tender
I feel I'm about to cry

Newly, like myself, like yourself, reborn ...

Happiness is without form, and once on our lips, you see
It drops down through our fingers

In the place of memories where you set out saying,
"I'm off to get myself back" was the sea
And both the seas meet somewhere, flowing
Maybe we are looking at the same scenery

Everyone calls this love a transit station
But for the two, it was the station both starting and terminal
Uh-lalalai Wasn't it?

The summer is coming very soon, the summer without you ...


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Edited by AHS Staff
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