Dark (Sarah's) lyrics
Singer Sarah.
Songs of 2007
(original singer)
This year's rainy season
It came too soon.
Open the calendar
okay
Just didn't reach an agreement.
The same mood
With the weather
a rainfall
a piano
Cross the blue sky
Is immediate.
See the dark clouds cover
What kind of hurt is that song?
Humming that song.
Silence in the song
And drift at will
Humming so naturally
It is also a dust-free melody.
Carved at the end of the road
That indelible mark
It looks very
An old acquaintance/friend
There was a flash of light.
Once placed at the door of reality.
Looking forward to your return.
Instead of just saying goodbye.
Four months.
Isn't that enough?
Or is this just a kind of sadness that belongs to me?
So platonic love
Would you like to have a try?
Your law of love
Not everyone is suitable.
Everyone knows how easy it is to get a kiss.
The courage to give a kiss.
It's real to have it.
So platonic love
Would you like to have a try?
Your law of love
Not everyone is suitable.
I write down the future with a pencil.
You use an eraser to erase it.
Then record the story with notes.
Your smiling choice begins.
I can't make words, but I can't write either.
Love is not true.
Come too fast, want to catch but can't catch.
It's the same word.
You don't believe it
This is a fact
This is nobody else's business.
You can't try it consistently.
hello
You said you had seen too many endings.
Because it doesn't feel real
See you constantly savoring youth.
Let youth spend more.
Is this your way?
Your world is too realistic.
and
This is just a dark signal.
The next loss
but
Your eyes are full of beautiful hints.
always
Hide the prince in expectation
So platonic love
Would you like to have a try?
Your law of love
Not everyone is suitable.
Everyone knows how easy it is to get a kiss.
The courage to give a kiss.
It's real to have it.
So platonic love
Would you like to have a try?
Your law of love
Not everyone is suitable.
I write down the future with a pencil.
You use an eraser to erase it.
Then record the story with notes.
Your smiling choice begins.
I don't know when it started.
Always longing for quiet days
Always complaining about too little time.
Unable to rearrange.
But I don't know