Long, long ago, in a distant memory,
Since it was so, I cannot remember "me".
Searching and searching, but nothing comes to mind.
Is there any soul that might understand that time.
Sometimes I ask and I find I'm without answers,
And more and more, my attention piqued.
Each time I look, what's in front provides no succor.
How will I know who I am, why I'm here? I am stranded.
And in this place,
(What is this place?) And in this place,
(What is this place?) Where I call home
(Is it really so?) Where I call home
I am surrounded by the thought of the unknown.
And when I sleep,
(Well, is it sleep?) And when I sleep,
(Well, is it sleep?) And when I dream,
(And do I dream?) And when I dream,
I see a hazy image of another girl.
And underneath
(Where is this place?) And underneath
(Where is this place?) The cherry tree
(Which has never bloomed.) The cherry tree
I find my heart, or something close, filled with unease.
How will I know
(I once had dreamt.) How will I know
(I once had dreamt.) Which way to go
(Of butterflies.) Which way to go
When I am haunded by the visions of a past so long ago?
When I replay what I think are distant memories,
It's faded more over all this time.
Before I notice, it's gone on so much further.
Grasping so closely, and hanging so tightly, I've let go...
And in this place
Where I call home,
I am surrounded by the thought of the unknown.
And when I sleep,
And when I dream,
Will I beging see what cannot be? It's clear to me.
This so-called life
(I can't recall) This so-called life
(I can't recall) I thought I'd known...
(And it's something odd) I thought I'd known...
But it was all another dream, so I've been shown.
And as I dream
(Am I awake?) And as I dream
(Am I awake?) What does it mean
(To just be me?) What does it mean
Were I to wake, what does it mean for me when
(Blossoms bloom in autumn weather.) Were I to wake, what does it mean for me when
Spring has come too soon again, while longing to be free.