Maybe in every sounds of a song
Maybe in a seaside tavern
Or maybe you are the smoke of a cigarette that I smoke
While a star falling from the sky
While walking alone in a wet road
While thinking completely different thing, you are in my mind.
Not like the past but like today
I still live you
You are always in my aside
You are in my morning, you are in my night
(Regardless of) if it is not played or sung
You are my songs
As if you have never left but stayed,
Like hiding a secret from everyone,
Like crying snuggled (and) quietly, you are in my aside.
Like justifying me from something
Like sniffing a flower without plucking it
Like prohibitions being never violated, you are in my mind.
Not like the past but like today
I still live you
You are always in my aside
You are in my morning, you are in my night
(Regardless of) if it is not played or sung
You are my songs