Sunday, November 1, 2009
Posted at 2:17 AM
This is from 2003; but tonight, it's playing on loop in my playlist.

Arashi - Fuyu no Nioi (The scent of Winter)

17 minutes before the next train, it's cold even if I crouch.
From a distance, I can see street lights burn like my furious heart.
I received a mail from my friends, they are already gathering.
I replied with frozen fingers and my Japanese seems weird.

I immediately bought a coat when winter came. Unknowingly, I already got used to it.

The times I cannot remember are increasing.
I'm expecting new encounters.
I'm alright even if you are not here, it's my life.
Sometimes in my heart,
it keeps on repeating over and over.
Now, I won't say "I want to see you."

If I think it's already okay, I would be careless and might cause more hardships.
Just like a flu, getting sick again after recovering.

It's not bad to look for some interesting things.

What if it snows tomorrow?
No way, it probably wouldn't snow.
It won't happen so conveniently, it's my life.
My white breath melts at night.
My memories of your face is burning away.
Now, I won't say "I want to see you."

There are traces of scribbles on the rusty fence.
From the bridge that continues to the sloped streets.

The times I cannot remember are increasing.
I'm expecting new encounters.
I'm alright even if you are not here, it's my life.
We are going to see each other again someday, right?
Somewhere on that familiar narrow street.
It probably wouldn't go that well, it's my life.

Sometime in my heart,
it keeps on repeating over and over.
Now, I won't say "I want to see you."

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