Distant Paradise
I couldn't leave at all, because
there's scenery I've gotten so used to seeing.
Even if I come here again some time
I'll see the same sky in the same way
Maybe I thought too much
about whether or not you could call it beautiful.
After a little sleep let's hurry again tomorrow.
I'm afraid. The steps I can't take
pile up, and turn into a long, long
path untraveled; I'm too late.
During that time, I started thinking that
somehow maybe even this place isn't so bad.
I kept giving myself reasons.
In reality, since as long as I haven't understood even once,
I've been pretending to understand everything.
I couldn't leave at all, because
there's scenery I've gotten used to seeing.
Somehow everything seems small, and
what I thought was a small lump was
the sky I look up at that has no end.
Maybe because it's too wide.
Maybe because I was next to you.
I wanted to understand it with my head, but
I envy looking back at
someone, somewhere that I missed.
I'll forever be demanding something that isn't there.
I've been thinking like that since I met you.
It's all in this hand for sure.
I mustn't leave my dreams here.
It's all in this hand for sure.
I don't need a predetermined future.
It's all in this hand for sure.
If it doesn't move, I can't move it, but
It's all in this hand for sure.
If I don't start it, it never will.
Current Mood: Attempting to find the source...
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