Taion

The days hesitate to open up, where does the illusion come from?
That room from back then can’t possibly return.

Memories and dreams often look alike, so I want to be close to you.

Reach out, without you, even memories turn into dreams.

The room that was once so loud now doesn’t make a sound.

Reach out, without you, even memories turn into dreams.
Reach out, with the warmth of our hands, connecting the present with 'See you tomorrow.'

We have nowhere to go, just holding each other tight,
Unable to do anything but share this body heat.

If we can confirm our body temperature, sleeping won’t be so scary.

Memories and dreams often look alike, so I want to be close to you.

Reach out, with the warmth of our hands, closing my eyes with 'Not yet tomorrow.'