Back to the Past (回到過去)

A yellowing, old lamp, the time silently lingers nearby.

Loneliness strikes without restraint, unable to tell the weight of things.

Silence supports me as I leap over the unfamiliar, quietly watching the dawn turn to dusk.

Your silhouette loses balance, slowly sinking.

The darkness has already swirled in the air; I can't see where to go.

Perhaps on the other end of a dream, I cannot survive in the space of reality.

I want to go back to the past, to try holding you in my arms.

Your shy face carries a hint of innocence.

I want to see the world you see, to be in the scenes of your dreams.

As long as we lean together, we can feel the sweetness.

I want to go back to the past, to try to let the story continue.

At least I won't let you leave me again.

Diverting time's attention; this time I'll hold tighter.

This way of holding on, I wonder if it's still timely; I want to go back to the past.

Thoughts constantly block the replay of memories.

Blindly searching still leaves me feeling empty.

On a gloomy night, drowsiness seems to hide away.

With a turn, loneliness has already lain beside me.

I want to go back to the past, to try holding you in my arms.

Your shy face carries a hint of innocence.

I want to see the world you see, to be in the scenes of your dreams.

As long as we lean together, we can feel the sweetness.

I want to go back to the past, to try to let the story continue.

At least I won't let you leave me again.

Diverting time's attention; this time I'll hold tighter.

This way of holding on, I wonder if it's still timely; I want to go back to the past.

Silence supports me as I leap over the unfamiliar.

Quietly watching the dawn turn to dusk.

Your silhouette loses balance.

Slowly sinking, I want to go back to the past.