The same old cliche
Endlessly lingering
All the folded up memories
Are deeply buried

The day I met you
The unfamiliar you
The day that endless thoughts
Kept coming

The colors aren’t flashy
But I’m drawing out our day

A movie on a relaxing weekend
A walk on a warm afternoon
Sitting next to each other and sharing a cup of coffee
They were such big joys to me

Somewhere deep in my heart
There are broken pieces of memories
In case I step on them
I’ve stopped in place

Can I be happy? Can I be happy?
I’ve closed my eyes in fear

I’m slowly taking a step
So I can draw out our day

A movie on a relaxing weekend
A walk on a warm afternoon
Sitting next to each other and sharing a cup of coffee
Those memories fill me up

Like a painting that’s not flashy
Like a day that’s not sunny
Even if it’s a cliche that’s nothing special
All of this seems like a dream to me

I still want to be happy