Meeting
2019年9月17日
An instrumental piece with no lyrics, yet you can hear everything.
I hear winter saying goodbye I wake up in some year, some month I think, I wait, I anticipate But the future won't arrange itself for me
Grey skies, dusk, outside the car window Someone in the future waits for me Left, right, straight ahead How many turns must love take to arrive?
Who will I meet? What will we say? Where in the future is the one I'm waiting for? I hear the wind from the subway and the crowd I'm standing in line, holding love's ticket number
Grey skies, dusk, outside the car window Someone in the future waits for me Left, right, straight ahead How many turns must love take to arrive?
Who will I meet? What will we say? Where in the future is the one I'm waiting for? I hear the wind from the subway and the crowd I'm standing in line, holding love's ticket number
I fly forward, soaring across a sea of time We've both been hurt in love before I look at the road, the entrance to dreams is narrow Meeting you is the most beautiful accident
One day, my mystery will be revealed