#gunyo

En esta habitación, solitaria y vacía, me ensarta un sonido tranquilo. Creo que también te conoce, ¿no? Mi corazón, digo.

Con la voz algo temblorosa, te susurro palabras casi inaudibles. Creo que también lo puedes ver, ¿no? Mi corazón, digo.

¿Cuándo dejamos todo eso atrás? Sí, lo sé, pero aun así las estaciones no hacen más que pasar. Quería quedarme a tu lado, y por eso de mi pecho surgieron flores de adonis.

Ah, me pregunto cómo conseguí superar esta tristeza tan variable. Me digo a mí misma que no estoy sola. Por confusa que esté, he de seguir adelante por mi propio bien.

A todos esos chismes que tanto aprecio les han salido unas alas blancas. Los tiraré sin resquemor ninguno; total, mañana será otro día.

En esta habitación, solitaria y vacía, he estado observando el cielo estrellado. Creo que también lo puedes ver, ¿no? Mi corazón, digo.

No podemos rebobinar el tiempo. Sí, lo sé, pero aun así, ojalá pudiéramos quedarnos tal y como estamos. Con los días de lloriqueos y todo. Las flores de adonis están en plena flor.

Ah, ojalá saber cómo lidiar con estas lágrimas que acarician mis mejillas. Acaparo esas palabras tan comunes; no las olvidaré ni aunque nos separemos.

Bajo las luces de esta desolada ciudad, una dulce magia cobra efecto. Mi cobarde corazón se abre; total, mañana será otro día.

¿Cuándo dejamos todo eso atrás? Sí, lo sé, pero aun así, si mi deseo se cumpliera estaría siempre a tu vera. Ya no tendría que temer ese pedacito de felicidad.

Ah, me pregunto cuándo me di cuenta del eco de esa amable despedida. La calle reluce tras la lluvia, y yo tanteo para seguir adelante sin detenerme.

Silence so quickly,

Cuts and slices through me,

In my room full of solitude,

It’s all empty.

Everything in there,

Was written on my heart,

And you know them each, one and all,

Don’t ya?

So I whispered in,

A voice that’s so small,

That it seemed to quake and tremble right through it all.

Everything in there,

Was written on my heart,

And you can see them, one and all,

Can’t ya?

When did time start brushing past me so quickly?

Though it’s something that I’ve seen…ah,

The seasons always go on in their cycle.

But still I wanted you there by my side so much that,

I let buttercups grow and invade my heart.

Ah,

Forgot: How did I manage before?

This sadness that loves to come and loves to go?

Trying to convince myself that I’m fine again,

So I can keep moving despite this storm in my

Heart,

White wings they bloom and sprout from deep inside me,

Taking the trifles that I once held dear.

I’ll build up all my strength to throw them all away,

Since I know well that there’ll always be another day.

A-ah.

Lately night skies seem

So interesting to me,

From my room full of solitude,

It’s all empty.

Everything in there,

Was written on my heart,

And you can see them, one and all,

Can’t ya?

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know,

That there’s no turning back time,

But,

If I can keep feeling like these things are the same,

Then I hope the buttercups there were still as beautiful,

As those days when I first cried for how I feel.

Ah,

I’m at a loss for what I should do this time,

As the tears stream down just like they did before.

All I’ve got in my heart, are words already said,

For when we’re apart, they’ve already filled up my

Head.

A sweet magic has surely been cast tonight

Upon a lonely and blinking street light.

I’ll try and open up my heart in a new way,

Since I know well that there’ll always be another day.

A-ah…

When did time start brushing past me so quickly?

Though it’s something that I’ve seen…ah,

But if wishes really did always come true,

I’d wish to spend forever next to you.

No fear would ever dare to pass me through

None,

That this joy leaves too.

Aah,

When did I finally start noticing?

That ringing sound that surely brings on blessings?

I stumble down a road, covered with shining rain,

So I can start moving forward once again.

That feeling of dread is leaving me at last,

A brand new world awaits if you just look past.

So let me change these dirty clothes, and go my way,

Since I know well that there’ll always be another day.