An old yellow lamp
Time at my side without making a sound
Loneliness strikes me ruthlessly
With no regards for its intensity
With silence I hurdle the strangeness
Quietly look at dawn and dusk
Your silhouette loses balance
And gradually sinks
Darkness is swirling on the sky
I cannot see where I should be going
Maybe love is in another end of dream
That cannot survive in the space of reality
I want to go back to the past
Try to hold you in my arms
Your shy face is a bit childish
I want to see the world that you see
In the scene of your dream
I will feel sweet as long as we huddle together
I want to go back to the past
Try to continue the story
At least not letting you leave me again
I would divert the attention of time
This time I would hold you tighter
I'm not sure if it's still in time to make things up in this way
I want to go back to the past
My mind keeps blocking the memory from playing
There's still nothing after desperate search
In the gloomy night
No idea to where my sleepiness has been hiding
I turn around, solitude is lying by my side
I want to go back to the past
Try to hold you in my arms
Your shy face is a bit childish
I want to see the world that you see
In the scene of your dream
I would feel sweet as long as we huddle together
I want to go back to the past
Try to continue the story
At least not letting you leave me again
I would divert the attention of time
This time I would hold you tighter
I'm not sure if it's still in time to make things up in this way
I want to go back to the past
With silence I hurdle the strangeness
Quietly look at the dusk and dawn
Your silhouette loses balance
And gradually sinks
I want to go back to the past