YOU SAID:

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you The ink flows down into a dark puddle Just move your hand, write the way into his heart But in this world of infinite choices What will it take just to find that special day What will it take just to find that special day Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway When I can't even read my own feelings What good are words when a smile says it all And if this world won't write me an ending What will it take just for me to have it all Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free The ink flows down into a dark puddle How can I write love into reality? If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat What do you call love in your reality And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you I'll leave you be

INTO JAPANESE

毎日、私はあなたと一緒にいることができる未来を想像する 私の手には、私とあなたの詩を書くペンがあります インクは暗い水たまりに流れ落ちる ただ、あなたの手を移動し、彼の心に道を書く しかし、無限の選択のこの世界では その特別な日を見つけるには何が必要ですか その特別な日を見つけるには何が必要ですか 私は今まで見つけたことがありますか?

BACK INTO ENGLISH

Every day I imagine a future where I can be with you In my hand is a pen that writes me and your poems Ink flows down into a dark puddle Just move your hand and write the way to his heart But in this world of infinite choice to find that special day

INTO JAPANESE

毎日、私はあなたと一緒にいることができる未来を想像する 私の手には、私とあなたの詩を書くペンがあります インクが暗い水たまりに流れ込む ただ、あなたの手を移動し、彼の心への道を書く しかし、無限の選択のこの世界で その特別な日を見つけるために

BACK INTO ENGLISH

Every day I imagine a future where I can be with you In my hand is a pen that writes me and your poems Ink flows into a dark puddle Just move your hand and write the way to his heart But in this world of infinite choice to find that special day

INTO JAPANESE

毎日、私はあなたと一緒にいることができる未来を想像する 私の手には、私とあなたの詩を書くペンがあります インクは暗い水たまりに流れ込む ただ、あなたの手を移動し、彼の心への道を書く しかし、無限の選択のこの世界で その特別な日を見つけるために

BACK INTO ENGLISH

Every day I imagine a future where I can be with you In my hand is a pen that writes me and your poems Ink flows into a dark puddle Just move your hand and write the way to his heart But in this world of infinite choice to find that special day