[ Featuring Jonatan King ]
This season of youth that stretches on and never seems to end.
There's nothing to block us from seeing the precious sight
That these four blessed eyes now comprehend.
And I hear their song: cicada choruses bounce off asphalt.
They're drowning out your deafening silence that seems to fall.
All these precious days will soon fade away-
Yes, even if I learn to memorize your scent that's so unlike mine-
Deep into the eternity that we left behind.
'Cause, even now, the blue's still alive.
Yes, even now, the blue's clear and bright.
In spite of my graceful words and all my prayers,
I know I could draw close, but I cannot reach you there.
Much like the quietest love ever known
Or just like the summery tones that, like tears, fell down from my face,
All the hurtful words I'd use to curse you
Are stuck in my throat and they can't escape.
"Will we meet again?" I wanna shout, but now my voice can't make a sound.
On mid-afternoons, I feel the air full of humidity.
A time to reflect, reminiscing our portraits of a time when we were once nobodies. (Wow...)
Since then, I know we could have shared everything that's in our hearts,
But slowly we grow into who we are.
We're cursed to live life as ourselves and that fact sets us apart.
I fell for the lie that was the smile on your face.
Not seeing the sorrow underneath fills my heart with shame.
You're a flower that blooms yet bears no fruit and then dies.
This is goodbye.
'Cause, even now, the blue's still alive.
Yes, even now, the blue's clear and bright.
In spite of my graceful words and all my prayers,
I know I could draw close,
But I cannot reach you there.
Much like the quietest love ever known,
Or just like the summery tones that, like tears, fell down from my face.
All the hurtful words I'd use to curse you
Are stuck in my throat and they can't escape.
"Will we meet again?" I wanna shout,
But now my voice can't make a sound.
As if from a dream, I saw a handful of stars
Leave our galaxy as if they fell through the cracks.
