Beautiful Memories
If in this world we’ll find nothing but lies, we’d never enjoy it this much would we?And because the truth is somewhere in the mix, tough as it is sometimes, we try to believe.
I can’t remember all the times I’ve been told, that time is the one thing that heals all wounds.But when it comes to all the things you enjoy, it’s the same thing that makes them all fade away.And if that’s true, then I’d like to live only thinking about tomorrow instead.But that’s not something we’re able to do, so we satisfy ourselves by reminiscing.
In downtown Kisshouji, holding hands and gazing at the blue sky.Sitting on the pier watching fireworks, ditching school ‘til summer twilight came.Drank to the point we threw it all up in front of Nakano station.Reflecting the moonlight, it shined like the stars.A girl with pierced ears made me so annoyed. Such beautiful memories.
All I want to forget. All I could never bear to.
Living and finally dying. When I think about it, I can’t shake the thoughts out of my head.All of the baggage that I’m holding onto is about all that’ll fit inside these two hands.But do I really need anything else? Sure, other people might just think it’s all trash.Bringing my awkward memories in tow, I take a shot at heading into the future.
That girl led me along by the hand, up a long hill towards the hospital.Sat on a rainbow-dyed picnic sheet with a Les Paul. Green forest under starlit sky.Wanted to escape and so spit out words as harsh as a kitchen knife.Her heart broke to pieces, like a jigsaw puzzle.And a puzzle piece was missing. Such beautiful memories.
All I want to forget. All I could never bear to.
Here in the palm of my hands, and the depths of my heart, rest so many very important things.Only the things I’ve lost. Only the things I’ve broken. And now I know what it truly means to love.So all of us, with all our mistakes, should be better at love than any other human on Earth.So come on, look deep into your memories. All you want to forget. All you could never bear to.
When I thought someone was laughing at me and wanted to hole up in my little room.When I left that girl’s house for my own and was greeted by the dawn on Mejiro Street.When I felt the warmth of my father’s back in West Shinjiku, my hometown by the sea.A blank notebook, dreams cast aside. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Cicadas sing.
Friends who died having all the talent in the world. Friends still fighting the good fight far away.The girlfriend who still supports me to this day.Room behind lock and key. I was fighting all those days when both heart and guitar were broken.Thank you so much. Thank you so much. I hate you so much. Such beautiful memories.
All I want to forget. All I could never bear to.