Gazing out the window,
A dragon’s form in the clouds,
But it’s disappearing now.
In the wrinkles of your brain,
My heart races,
Tightening in my chest,
It starts to ache.
Such small happiness,
Just occasionally is fine,
I want to dream.
And, you know, if possible…
I want to become transparent,
And then,
By your side,
Melt into a dream.
I want to become transparent,
The next bus stop won’t come,
It’s a daydream…
Again, I look outside,
But I’ve forgotten the names
Of the stars in the sky.
In the wrinkles of your brain,
Tears begin to drop,
Softly, gently.
For each of those small stars,
I want to meet you in dreams,
As many as their light.
And, you know, if possible…
I want to become transparent,
And then,
By your side,
Melt into a dream.
I want to become transparent,
The next bus stop won’t come,
Even if it’s a daydream.
What if,
This dream is somehow a true dream?
Then,
I want to stay as close as possible,
And get to know you more.
And, you know, if possible…
I want to become transparent,
And then,
By your side,
Melt into a dream.
I want to become transparent,
The next bus stop won’t come,
It’s a daydream.
I want to become transparent,
And then,
By your side,
Melt into a dream.
I want to become transparent,
The next bus stop won’t come,
Because it’s a daydream…
It’s all a daydream.
Because it’s a daydream.