Canvas

Canvas

Someday, saying let's meet again, our smiling face
while you wave your hand is eternally burned
my face which replied "that's right"

i wonder if i was able to laugh convincingly, convincingly...
though i still cannot hand over the ball with the words
"i love you" written on it
it rolls to my chest and tickles...

Even if we cannot remain like this
and even if we are washed away by the future
it never changes, it can never become dirty
this canvas that's just for us...

Your response of "i'm sorry"
i looked at it and continue walking on and searching...
even though the words "i love you" written on the ball will fade
i didn't have the strength to throw it or the sneakiness to get rid of it
within time passes by

beneath the sky which continues to change
these chains that will never forget that will never break
will probably turn into strength
it seems so easy to tear like the clouds
and it's impossible to catch like the rainbow

Love and dreams and the last train and
everything that's mixed up with it, as we chase it
you say "it hurts" when i grip my hand

Love and dreams and your tearful voice was my life's everything
i was looking in your eyes, it's true, i could never say it...