lie awake at night

死，有那么可怕吗？
可怕的是，被人遗忘的感觉吧。
可能。。。。

歌词是我的日记，
歌曲记录我的感情，
音乐，就如同我的记忆。
别问我为何偶尔会听旧歌，
那你又为何偶尔会翻翻日记，叙旧呢？

十五的月亮，告诉我，还剩下十五天了。
心里有许多的不安。
就如当初要出发到日本的时候。
不安，因为不懂自己的华文程度掉到什么水平了
不安，因为回去第二天便是年初一，
3年没过新年的我，tension不知转不转得来。
不安，因为担心和朋友们没有话题。
不安，因为还有种种的不安。
无论如何，
想对你们说的，还是那一句，
我，还是我。

The haze beyond your eyes clouds my sight,
Are there feelings lying at the bottom of your heart?

Even if the whole world was yours,
Would that that bring you happiness?

Why do you stare up at the lonesome sky?
Why, let's see you smile
I know what you're like,
How you aren't good at putting things into words, so why not...

What happened in days long past?
In your eyes, as turn your gaze away from me

Do you know of such a warmth,
One that can embrace you on those lonely nights by yourself?

Why are you so worked up on appearances?
Why, open up your heart
I know you've had a heavy cross to bear,
But I've got the strength to accept you
So why not try believing in me

The free are awkward...
The free are anxious...

Why do you look up at the lonesome sky?
Why, let's see you smile
I know what you're like,
How you aren't good at putting thing into words
So why not try believing in me

What was a drop of tear trying to convey by falling down?
I used to believe, that even without words, it can be felt by the heart...

By that window where there's a good view
Even though nothing was said Your likes and preferences
I was ready to know them all

I'd found a daylight star, you know And, the day that I found you
I was just as delighted Now, they are even more special than they used to be...

The me who can't bid goodbye properly A bird who can't fly towards tomorrow
If only I can possess that little courage Even just a little bit

Your presence, scent...
Together with memories, continue to faint with each passing day
But the pain to be once embraced in your arms, has yet to dissipate

I pulled your hand while you were half-awake
As we looked up at the pale blue sky
We pointed to the two stars that were beside each other
We can't return to the past, can we?

What was a drop of tear trying to convey by falling down?
I used to believe, that even without words, it can be felt by the heart...
The me who can't bid goodbye properly A bird who can't fly towards tomorrow
If only I can possess that little courage Even just a little bit