Whoa whoa yeah, yeah Yeah yeah yeah Lalalala la-i Lalalala la-i Yeah yeah yeah...
Your gaze is so very tender as you stare at me Over there, on that little flimsy chair. With a gentle, happy face, She agreed, smiling
While some kind of loud noise was building, In my mind, it was as though it was collapsing Unable to move, I just kept standing there
"Why isn't it me?" I asked, but It's not some kind of foolish example. You were there as I had never seen you before. As I can only, only feel from far away, How on earth can I express this emotion?
From time to time, the sorrow in your eyes Would show me the reason, so...
That which can be given to you -- I can't give it; no one can. Is it only that one person who is so understanding that can?
When do you first miss her? About that time, I realized the truth. I saw through the lies, and even if I pretend they are truth It's just, just so excessively empty. This feeling.... Is this known as "love"?
"Why isn't it me?" I asked, but It's not some kind of foolish example. You were there as I had never seen you before. Did you feel it from far away?
When do you first miss her? About that time, I realized the truth. I saw through the lies, and even if I pretend they are truth It's just, just so excessively empty. This feeling is certainly known as "love", isn't it?
Whoa whoa yeah, yeah Yeah yeah yeah Lalalala la-i Lalalala la-i Yeah yeah yeah... |