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Another short night, lost in your e-mail
Alone in your room, with nothing but the screen’s glare
Feeling happy and hurt at the same time
This goes on all night… “today” is long gone
we cry we laugh we love now what color of paint is your heart?
we cry we laugh we love the couple that smiles widely is like
a shining orange that looks like the sun
we, meeting each other is something long ago
the time when I get used to the warmth of that hand
because it started to fade away it let me discover my feeling, a heart that we believe in each other
now above the dream that you drew
it seems like it's expanding eternally
you're not here and I feel like crying, I don't want to let go off that hand...
because the pain of loneliness I can't become honest
I hurt someone and I get hurt again morning after morning
everyday that we miss each other, if we meet again
I will grip this hand so tightly so we won't get lost again
we cry we laugh we love now what color of paint is your heart?
we cry we laugh we love like it's melting in the setting sun
the trembling orange that moved me to tears
smiling at each other awkwardly, glaring at each other, and then laugh together
the passion that we don't want to be apart, not even one minute not one second is...
now, the love we call "eternal" is now coming to an end
like the rainbow in the clear sky
like that star that is sparkling in the night sky
the orange colored scene that reflects in your eyes
I want to stay in that scene
missing you, jealousy, they are all rolled up into the swirl of anxiety
while I'm all alone again, it feels like my heart lost it's way
before a big hole opens up, embrace me with your love
and I want to you to sew it up with a needle and thread
so that it won't spill
we cry we laugh we love now what color of paint is your heart?
we cry we laugh we love the gentle orange that seems
to cry when love overflows
circles are just like a pendulum of time
always when we went to far we can't return, no matter how many times we cry
passion is alone love is something we grow together
let's carve our time together without being discouraged
we cry we laugh we love, as for our future
hey what color of paint will it become I wonder?
we cry we laugh we love, it doesn't matter how many decades it will be
the orange I want is a sour sweet one
how many times after (what kind of dream we will see) even though morning comes