Kare Uta

The poem of my empty heart, searching for meaning
When I look back, there’s nothing left behind
Like a flower that fades with time, a poem
A dried-up poem that can’t resonate

Seeking the past, drifting away
I should have understood, so why does it hurt?
How much does that sound linger in my heart?

Nothing changes, yet I’m facing forward
It’s strange, isn’t it?
Gradually getting further, out of reach
I should feel the same loneliness
What am I searching for? I can’t understand
Before I know it, I’ve already taken flight somewhere
Realizing my own powerlessness, when I look back
There’s a withered version of me standing there

In times of unbearable sadness
A poem that flows like tears, honest and true
In moments of joy beyond words
If only I could sing a poem like a smile

The trembling still continues, harsh and strong
Breathless, if I stop to think
It’s the same as that time when nothing was there
I don’t want to return to those cold days

Since I was young, dreaming in dreams
Step by step, once more, step by step
Supporting each other, laughing together
Crying, getting hurt
Let’s walk together in dreams of the same color

In times of unbearable pain, I showed my weakness
To the one who supported me, the one I trust
I can only say it in clumsy words
But I want to stay here until my withered voice fades

In times of unbearable sadness
A poem that flows like tears, honest and true
In moments of joy beyond words
If only I could sing a poem like a smile

(But I want to stay here until my withered voice fades)

(But I want to stay here until my withered voice fades)