// Sunny Day

What spilled out
Wasn’t a tear but a praying voice.
What I looked up at
Was the sun above the clouds.

I was living like I was asleep
I was always alone.
Until the day I met you
I was always, always here.

Even if there’s a love song
I could sing by myself,
This warmth from the touch of your arms
Can’t be found alone.

If I had put on a mask
Then I felt like I might have forgotten.
I shut away my memories
And locked them in a box.

Even in that dark place
I was able to find you.
Even if I can’t return
I’ll keep going farther, farther.

Even if there’s a love song
That recalls loneliness,
I can’t reach it alone.
So I’ll walk out once more
Toward the door to tomorrow
With you…

I’ll transform sadness
Into kindness
And someday
Once I’ve set my true self free,
The pain will disappear
I know it.

I don’t need a love song
I can sing by myself anymore.
I can’t find it alone
But with you I know
We can find a place where the sun shines
A tomorrow I’ve never seen.

// Sweet Rain

Tell me, what do you think about death?

That’s my line.

Answer me anyway.

Death is nothing special.

That’s right. Everyone dies someday, so it’s not special at all. But that’s easy for you to say. I mean you see lots of people as they die. But you don’t see any of them as they live. So you don’t really know life. That’s the reason you can say death is nothing special.

Is life special?

Against the whole world or all of history, one life is nothing special. But for those of us living it, it’s very important.

Not special, but important?

Yes. The sun in the sky is nothing unusual. But it’s important that it be there. Death’s like that, maybe.

// Sunny Day

What spilled out
Wasn’t a tear but a praying voice.
What I looked up at
Was the sun above the clouds.

I was living like I was asleep
I was always alone.
Until the day I met you
I was always, always here.

Even if there’s a love song
I could sing by myself,
This warmth from the touch of your arms
Can’t be found alone.

If I had put on a mask
Then I felt like I might have forgotten.
I shut away my memories
And locked them in a box.

Even in that dark place
I was able to find you.
Even if I can’t return
I’ll keep going farther, farther.

Even if there’s a love song
That recalls loneliness,
I can’t reach it alone.
So I’ll walk out once more
Toward the door to tomorrow
With you…

I’ll transform sadness
Into kindness
And someday
Once I’ve set my true self free,
The pain will disappear
I know it.

I don’t need a love song
I can sing by myself anymore.
I can’t find it alone
But with you I know
We can find a place where the sun shines
A tomorrow I’ve never seen.

// Sweet Rain

Tell me, what do you think about death?

That’s my line.

Answer me anyway.

Death is nothing special.

That’s right. Everyone dies someday, so it’s not special at all. But that’s easy for you to say. I mean you see lots of people as they die. But you don’t see any of them as they live. So you don’t really know life. That’s the reason you can say death is nothing special.

Is life special?

Against the whole world or all of history, one life is nothing special. But for those of us living it, it’s very important.

Not special, but important?

Yes. The sun in the sky is nothing unusual. But it’s important that it be there. Death’s like that, maybe.