Sparkling white Wandering off into a fading world Looking through I feel that I have been here A mix made of pieces From not far away memories That is how it has always been my pocket Even still it has a hole I just seek uncertain things every shining moment and not eternity Light from the window Waving in the breeze Music from rain Avenue of cherry blossoms Windmills on the cape Sunset at the sea City lights, starry sky, and aurora Memories and the wind's scent blur with tears If only I could have grabbed it
Sparkling white Wandering off into a fading world Looking through I feel that I have been here A mix made of pieces From not far away memories That is how it has always been my pocket Even still it has a hole I just seek uncertain things every shining moment and not eternity Light from the window Waving in the breeze Music from rain Avenue of cherry blossoms Windmills on the cape Sunset at the sea City lights, starry sky, and aurora Memories and the wind's scent blur with tears If only I could have grabbed it
