Ayumi Hamasaki
Japanese pop singer.
Music is my life, if I am without music or if I can't sing any more, I die, I'm nothing...because music is everything.
Where does this road lead?
And where does it go from there?
Even if I imagine [the possibilities]
Of course, I have no clue.
I feel the more I wish to be strong
The weaker my heart becomes
In inverse proportion
What if everyone goes on the endless road
Sooner or later
Over the clouds to the sky
Be sure to wait for me.
And then, we will talk away
About our countless memories.
We go on this voyage to find happiness.
You see? A smile really suits you.
[...] I don't know my future. I don't know about tomorrow. I can just control for today or present, right now. [...] I don't want to think about future too much, because present is most important for me.
I don't have dreams. How can I say it? I myself am a dream.
Who taught me true strength?
Who taught me kindness?
Whom do I walk for?
Who did I want to stroke my hair?
Who didn't give up for me?
I'll never forget.
This summer, our new journey begins
I sense a slight discomfort in the distance
We saw that place in our dreams
Today, let's find the road there again.
Today's happy face, today's sad face.
Yesterday, a weak self, tomorrow, a strong self.
If it's you, who are you showing it to?
If it's I, whom should I show it to?
If people will listen, I will go anywhere in the world!
Remember, once more
how our world should be.
And please, don't forget,
please, please don't forget.
No matter how far apart we are,
don't forget that we're
still under the same sky,
both traveling to the place
we once dreamed of.
My job is simply to be myself, to be Ayumi Hamasaki.
By your faith in people, you will someday be betrayed.
I thought it was the same as being rejected.
At the time I didn't have that kind of strength.
Certainly, I knew too much.
It was said that I was a strong child.
I was praised, saying "you must have strength not to cry"
The more things like that were said,
the more even laughing was painful.
In a city [world] as dirty as this,
You gather up, save, and show me
Purely beautiful things.
I don't want a weak heart that can't cry
or the strength not to cry.
I'll search for a shooting
Star to cast my wishes on, but
Daybreak will come too soon
And I won't be able to find one.
Today was very sad,
and even if tomorrow, I cry,
someday I will be able to laugh
and remember our time together.
How many seasons must pass,
in this, our finite existence?
If we live in the "now",
what will we find?