011312 -- The Request
Jan. 15th, 2012 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
memorialrainbowMore than anything...
What would you say to that? What would you want more than anything? What if one person, just one person, came to you and requested something of you? What would you do then?
It's hard to explain what I'm thinking. How about I put it this way -- how about I tell it in a story? Yes, that's what I'll do; even though it might sound cryptic, it's what I want to write.
Three years ago, I met somebody. We shared something in common, and because of that, we grew closer. We were good friends, actually, come to think of it. But what happened afterward...I couldn't forgive for it. I couldn't remember.
I wrote. I wrote in my sadness, I wrote hoping that this person would hear me. I wrote songs about dreams, and singing, and the loss of memory. I had hoped that someday, everything could be made right. When I walked these faded streets, when I rode, when I soared, I think...I think still, a little part of me wished...
Now what?
Under the green night sky, I saw you standing there, looking away from me.
I'm used to your sleeping face at two in the morning,
your dear appearance.
No matter what, I can't forget everything --
no matter how hard I try to forget.
In my dreams, I take one last picture.
It's bittersweet.
But --
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
I'm glad, even if that's all there is.
When we kissed in the rain,
the memories tied us together.
I know this won't last forever -- I can't explain this well --
but since I met you, every day has become a brilliant star.
I can't help but wonder --
when I go in the spring, will I meet you?
But --
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
You gave me happiness.
"I love you. I love you. I love you!"
Even if that's all --
Decorating this tiny room are two smiling faces --
a photograph of love.
What would you say to that? What would you want more than anything? What if one person, just one person, came to you and requested something of you? What would you do then?
It's hard to explain what I'm thinking. How about I put it this way -- how about I tell it in a story? Yes, that's what I'll do; even though it might sound cryptic, it's what I want to write.
Three years ago, I met somebody. We shared something in common, and because of that, we grew closer. We were good friends, actually, come to think of it. But what happened afterward...I couldn't forgive for it. I couldn't remember.
I wrote. I wrote in my sadness, I wrote hoping that this person would hear me. I wrote songs about dreams, and singing, and the loss of memory. I had hoped that someday, everything could be made right. When I walked these faded streets, when I rode, when I soared, I think...I think still, a little part of me wished...
Now what?
Under the green night sky, I saw you standing there, looking away from me.
I'm used to your sleeping face at two in the morning,
your dear appearance.
No matter what, I can't forget everything --
no matter how hard I try to forget.
In my dreams, I take one last picture.
It's bittersweet.
But --
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
I'm glad, even if that's all there is.
When we kissed in the rain,
the memories tied us together.
I know this won't last forever -- I can't explain this well --
but since I met you, every day has become a brilliant star.
I can't help but wonder --
when I go in the spring, will I meet you?
But --
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
You gave me happiness.
"I love you. I love you. I love you!"
Even if that's all --
Decorating this tiny room are two smiling faces --
a photograph of love.
