Two down and six to go
until I\'ll hear your voice again
If only a month passed faster,
but each day is stretched for years instead.
I envy the birds on feathered wings
to go wherever they feel they must
All I can do is sit here and wait,
flightless, and stuck
on the ground where once you stood with me
Now you\'ve gone so far
but right here within my heart
If only... I\'d fly wherever you might be.
I envy also the clouds, even tragic storms,
cumulus cottony or thin,
No thoughts or worries trouble the mind
when existence itself is only wind
Ah, to think nothing but merely to float on wind,
a thing of the sky
no sound or sight
No care of what might or may happen
How blissful life would be if you were here
or easier yet if you never were
If I could forget the dream, I\'d forget the pain
but I was lost even before the hurt.
Maybe after the next three quart\'s
when I can feel your comfort like before
Maybe-we can have one day
to ignore all that\'s in the way
and belong only to each other
Even if you\'ll leave me again.