Listen, I'll tell you my secret:
Never leave me alone
when music plays.
It could seem to me
that some eyes gray
are so deep and soft —
the eyes that are actually plain.
It could seem to me
that I dive into the sound
and I could give my hands
to anyone around.
It could seem to me
se easy, so gay
to love someone
for only one day.
Or, I could tell someone
my dearest,
magically growing secret
how much I love you.
Oh, never leave me alone
when music plays.
It could seem to me that again,
somewhere in a forest,
my tears flow through a new well.
It could seem to me that a black butterfly
makes patterns on heavy water —
those that no one feels free to tell.
It could seem to me that, somewhere in the dark zone,
someone sings and touches my heart with a bittter flower —
right where the incurable wound stays.
Oh, never leave me alone,
never alone
when music plays.
~ THE END ~