Ayumi Hamasaki
Japanese pop singer.
How many times have I lost my way?
Every time, the one who gave me a hand
Was you.
When I lost my way, and
When the road was too long,
I was muttering to myself.
Life is just that way...
This year, once again, the seasons have passed.
Memories have faded.
The border between my blurry dream and
reality has become blurred.
Even so, the dream I once told you of
did not have a single lie.
If time is a fading dream
Then it would be like a flower
Even if destined to fall
It would be all the more valuable in its transience.
If you were alone
and suddenly became blind,
and even so
you keep walking forward.
It was not coincidental that we chose what's left
If the universe has a will
I think we are part of it
Tender and precious
How many times have I searched for something
Found and lost it
Since then?
Today, in this city
two people will meet and lock eyes;
the curtains are then turbulently thrown open.
[...] Today, in this city
two people will separate their paths;
the curtains are then silently lowered.
Reality will always deceive us
But in that, you see, only your answer is hidden
If you feel you have not seen it
It is something you brought about with your own hands.
[...]Everyone has a secret. Right? Of course I have a secret. I think maybe you too?
I was forgiven by forgiving many things
Including my long-ago childhood
I was healed, but I intended [to] heal
I've just noticed, the way
I was saved by love
Though I tried to keep love away.
But, for everything,
there is an end, someday, inevitably.
I don't want to become adult!
But in such a place as this, I can only tell you
by singing this song.
If you'd listen, even for a little while
I'd be pleased
Remember, once more
we were born into this world crying.
Your dreams and hopes for tomorrow
are all in this world.
"Maria" There is someone I should love.
At times I sustain deep, deep wounds.
But, by the person I should love,
they are all healed.
"Maria" Everyone is crying.
"Maria" But I want to believe.
"Maria" So I'm praying now
that this is my final love.
Beginnings come at random,
but endings always have a reason.
Everyone, including I, is certain
that "that thing" they're searching for
is in the future.
But how many people have realized
that "that" is actually in the past?
I can't even guess.
I don't set goals. Like, that's what I want to be doing however many years from now. I do what I love to do at the moment.
If you are afraid of changes
Watch from a distance
Whether or not I might do something
If you're going to talk about me behind my back
It is what it is.
Your back always
looked small and weak
but we could laugh together
at funny stories.
But if people keep making
the same mistakes over and over
can they really regret them?
Choosing only the things you like
isn't irresponsible.
If you can't find anything you like
then why take the responsibility?
I take only the possibilities that I'm ready to accept.