prayer whispered in the pale morning mist.
I will follow along the distorted landscape with you.
Seeking the [bad word] ' "Even a 'lie' is fine," is that right?
As though seeing right through each other, we go on.
Looking for, go beyond words,
Like a falling feather.
Looking for, find it,
So that we can cuddle close here.
Looking for, unravel it,
Like torn, scattered clouds.
Looking for, find it,
So that we can cuddle close here.
When the two of us who both search for the reason weave in the gaps,
I will gently peel off the scab that has not healed.
"Even if 'beauty' is a 'lie,' it doesn't matter," is that right?
So that we can talk together, we go on.
Looking for, spread out your arms,
Like the approaching waves.
Looking for, find it,
So that we can cuddle close here.
Looking for, illuminate it,
Like the wandering moon.
Looking for, find it,
So that we can cuddle close here.