Long, long ago, in a distant memory,
Since it was so, I cannot remember "me".
Searching and searching, but nothing comes to mind.
Is there any soul that might understand that time.
Sometimes I ask and I find I'm without answers,
And more and more, my attention piqued.
Each time I look, what's in front provides no succor.
How will I know who I am, why I'm here ? I am stranded.
And in this place (What is this place ?)
Where I call home, (Is it really so ?)
I am surrounded by the thought of the unknown.
And when I sleep, (Well, is it sleep ?)
And when I dream, (And do I dream ?)
I see a hazy image of another girl.
And underneath (Where is this place ?)
The cherry tree (Which has never bloomed.)
I find my heart, or something close, filled with unease.
How will I know (I once had dreamt.)
Which way to go (Of butterflies.)
When I am haunted by the visions of a past so long ago ?
When I replay what I think are distant memories,
It's faded more over all this time.
Before I notice, it's gone on so much further.
Grasping so closely, and hanging so tightly, I've let go...
And in this place
Where I call home,
I am surrounded by the thought of the unknown.
And when I sleep,
And when I dream,
Will I begin see what cannot be ? It's clear to me.
This so-called life (I can't recall)
I thought I'd known... (And it's something odd)
But it was all another dream, so I've been shown.
And as I dream (Am I awake ?)
What does it mean (To just be me ?)
Were I to wake, what does it mean for me when
(Blossoms bloom in autumn weather.)
Spring has come too soon again, while longing to be free.