I dozed off with you in front of the mirror, with light crimson fingertips
Your hand suddenly shows me my weaknesses, and closes my lips
On that day, we made a promise to each other
Now, neither of us can remember it
I listen to a boring song, and stare out the window
You show me yourself dancing, and I follow your dress with my eyes; what are you aiming for? Tell me
One day, I'll probably be carried off by the wind
Now, neither of us can remember it
Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky
Why am I not like the stars, like the moon, enveloped by everything; why are there no feathers that
sink down into the night
Don't forget those days that overflowed with love
I can't remember your face
One day, the wind will erase it
Now, neither of us can remember it
Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky
Why am I not like the stars, like the moon, enveloped by everything; why are there no feathers that
sink down into the night
Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky
This love and these wounds are nostalgic; now they start to hurt with love, ah