Teru No Uta
Twilight on the clouds a hawk is flying always alone.
He must be sad.
In the wind without no sounds he cannot rest his wings clutching the air.
What can I compare my heart to, my heart is like he’s.
What can I compare my heart to, I feel sad just like wheeling in the sky.
At a rock shadow in drizzling rain a flower is small in bloom.
She must be painful.
In the rain with dim colour she has no one to touch and love her faint pink petal.
What can I compare my heart to, My heart is like she’s.
What can I compare my heart to, I feel painful like as being exposed to the rain.
On a path through a field whitch is almost empty you are walking with me.
You must feel lonely too.
On the grassrand where the insects chirp you and I walking together.
But you hardly talk.
What can I compare my heart to, My heart is going alone.
What can I compare my heart to, What can I compare this lonliness to.
