Whenever something sad happened
I climbed on a big tree
and gazed alone at
the setting sun.
A small handmade radio
unknown words that mix in with the noise
I experienced so many things
that I see things differently now
I forgot how to be pure
and learned how to deceive
"You're so well-behaved" you said and petted my head
"I'm a good child and won't trouble you,
so I won't cry"
I wonder if I will someday forget
even the scenery I saw that day
The things I could do in those days;
now I can't do them anymore
broken legs of a piano
the wounds are still uncovered
On the way home at dusk
the smell of dinner
and the lit up house
made me want to say "I'm home"
I wonder if I will someday forget
even the scenery I saw that day
The things I could do in those days;
now I can't do them anymore
And yet...