If I could only play the piano
I’d put all my thoughts into song
So they would be something I could tell you

On rainy days, it would be like the rain
On windy nights, it would be like the wind
On sunny mornings, it would be brightly

But I haven’t got a piano
Nor arms that can ask you
My heart is always only partly open
So the words I want to tell you are forced to remain there
Ah~
Forced to remain

If I could only play the piano
I’d light up a single, small light
And it would be something I could ask you about

Like the joy of having loved someone, and
The sadness of misunderstandings, and
Irrepressible passion

But I haven’t got a piano
Nor have I shared a dream with you
My heart is always trying so hard, yet failing
And even the dreams I want to ask you about are getting further and further away
Ah~
Getting further and further away