If I Could Sing Out, With All My Heart...
Apparently, there are more people I need to sing this to, one day... <3
Asian Kung-Fu Generation - To Your Town
Ahead in the twilight is the silver-lighted moon
We are projected as though in a mirror, carrying our helplessness and all
This song exists for me to fly to your town
You who are trembling and helpless
Will you, one day, become the wings of tomorrow that will save us?
The shadows point at 2 o’clock
The wind blows through the gaps between the shining red trees
If only I could fly to your town
With only pain and sadness
You who are beside me and disturbed
Will you, one day, become the wings of tomorrow that will save us?
I can’t fly beyond to the shining place way over there
But the time in which I’m flapping my wings won’t disappear
The seasons pass, changing colors. Feelings always do the same
You always run away as fast as you can
You who are trembling and helpless
Will you, one day, become the wings of tomorrow that will save us?
Even if I can’t fly to that dream-like place
The time in which I’m flapping my wings won’t disappear
The city is clearly colored in the approaching
Footsteps of winter, it dances
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Ahead in the twilight is the silver-lighted moon
We are projected as though in a mirror, carrying our helplessness and all
This song exists for me to fly to your town
You who are trembling and helpless
Will you, one day, become the wings of tomorrow that will save us?
The shadows point at 2 o’clock
The wind blows through the gaps between the shining red trees
If only I could fly to your town
With only pain and sadness
You who are beside me and disturbed
Will you, one day, become the wings of tomorrow that will save us?
I can’t fly beyond to the shining place way over there
But the time in which I’m flapping my wings won’t disappear
The seasons pass, changing colors. Feelings always do the same
You always run away as fast as you can
You who are trembling and helpless
Will you, one day, become the wings of tomorrow that will save us?
Even if I can’t fly to that dream-like place
The time in which I’m flapping my wings won’t disappear
The city is clearly colored in the approaching
Footsteps of winter, it dances