作词 : 風間博允 作曲 : 風間博允 We once captured moments, in frames of gold, But now they're just memories, growing cold. Laughter frozen in time, smiles lost in the past, Our love was a photograph, it couldn't last.
Colors fade away, leaving shades of gray, The pictures tell a story, of a love that couldn't stay. Each image now a relic, of what we used to be, Fading photographs, are all that's left of you and me.
Dust on the frames, just like on my heart, Trying to hold on, as we drift apart. Every picture tells a lie, of happiness we knew, But behind the smiles, the sadness grew.
Colors fade away, leaving shades of gray, The pictures tell a story, of a love that couldn't stay. Each image now a relic, of what we used to be, Fading photographs, are all that's left of you and me.
Once vivid memories, now a blur, The vibrant hues of love, no longer occur. I'll keep these photographs, as a token of the past, A reminder that some things, are never meant to last.
Colors fade away, leaving shades of gray, The pictures tell a story, of a love that couldn't stay. Each image now a relic, of what we used to be, Fading photographs, are all that's left of you and me.
作词 : 風間博允 作曲 : 風間博允 We once captured moments, in frames of gold, But now they're just memories, growing cold. Laughter frozen in time, smiles lost in the past, Our love was a photograph, it couldn't last.
Colors fade away, leaving shades of gray, The pictures tell a story, of a love that couldn't stay. Each image now a relic, of what we used to be, Fading photographs, are all that's left of you and me.
Dust on the frames, just like on my heart, Trying to hold on, as we drift apart. Every picture tells a lie, of happiness we knew, But behind the smiles, the sadness grew.
Colors fade away, leaving shades of gray, The pictures tell a story, of a love that couldn't stay. Each image now a relic, of what we used to be, Fading photographs, are all that's left of you and me.
Once vivid memories, now a blur, The vibrant hues of love, no longer occur. I'll keep these photographs, as a token of the past, A reminder that some things, are never meant to last.
Colors fade away, leaving shades of gray, The pictures tell a story, of a love that couldn't stay. Each image now a relic, of what we used to be, Fading photographs, are all that's left of you and me.
