I recall what I had thought, the things
that I held dear within my heart
Ayano’s here, standing by your side if
ever you want someone near, so let’s get along
In this little house of red, we lived out
our peaceful days
As we whispered secret plans, we lived
out our lives in our way
Among all of our red eyes, I saw three
pairs looking at me
All of them had hidden deep a life that I
couldn’t see
What they feared was that their eyes
marked them as human monsters
So I tell them “That’s not true” because
I know the real answer
“Red is a good color, it’s regal and
proud” I said then
“That is just the way that you were made,
never be afraid”
I wondered if it’s fun to think that way
To believe anything that big sis says
“Look there! Do you see that thing?”
I wrapped a scarf around my neck securely
“We’re like secret agents, aren’t we?”
As we are colored with red eyes we start
our brigade
Even if we are only playing make believe
As long as we can manage the smiles we
made
Then we can be a family we need
I pray for our joy, forever, as long as
we live
The future comes with sadness but never
forget these words
“Keep this a secret, this brigade of
friends”
The sun will set with our laughter again
As the spring wind blows again, the adult
world beckons us forward
Rationality now bends as if it had
conspired to do so
Through the trails of unshed tears that
loved ones won’t shed, I realize
No one sees what is now lost to them as
they close their eyes
Things have all gone insane, but still I
noticed
I couldn’t tell anyone clearly
“I don’t want to leave, but it’s
inevitable”
This is a world that is ending our joy
over time
I want those red days to repeat, so we
return
So we don’t spoil any future with that we
have all learned
I thought that as I cried there, shedding
my tears
“I should hide them with smiles right
here”
If I had those eyes, I wonder, could I
truly see
The future that awaits the others right
beside me?
But it’s too awkward, it’s shameful to
say
This is my lonely blindfolded way
Even though I’ve disappeared, I wonder
what those three secret agents
Are doing even now? Are they smiling
again together?
I’m sure they might be mad that I left
them alone, but still I
I’m still their sister that wants joy
forever
Please try to recall our bond
The words that I lived before I was gone
And “Happiness” is something that is
precious
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