Ru Yan / 如煙 by Mayday +lyrics

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I sit before the bed, looking out the window
Spending the day in memories
Life is a resplendent illusion, time is a thief
Stealing everything away

When I was seven, I captured a cicada
Thinking I could capture summer
When I was seventeen, I kissed his face
Thinking we would last forever

Is there really that kind of forever, forever unchanging
The beauty we’ve once embraced never shattered
Make rapidly passing time unable to run wild on my face
Make the separation of life and death distant
Can anyone hear me

I sit before the bed, turning my head to see
Who is asleep on the pillow
That ancient face appears to be me, tightly shut eyes

Those who once loved me, and who I loved deeply
Are all gathered by my side
I can’t take with me those regrets and sentiments
they all transform into that one last tear

Is there really that kind of tear that can wash away remorse
Transform into a rainstorm falling on a street I can’t return to
Give me one more chance to rewrite the story
To offer the apology I've owed him all my life

Is there really that kind of world, where the sky never goes dark
The stars and sun and everything listens to my commands
The moon doesn’t wax and wane, spring isn’t far away
Twigs hold tightly onto their leaves
Can anyone hear me

Beside my ears, before my eyes, this life is replayed again
I came from the darkness and return to the darkness
A lifetime, a flash, between heaven and earth
Next time who will I be

Is there really that kind of rose that never wither
Forever proud and perfect, forever uncompromising
Why does life turn out to be like a scrap of paper
Not like a flower petal that was once splendorous

Is there really that kind of bookmark that can stop on that day
At that most innocent, smiling face and that most beautiful year
A backpack filled with cakes and soda
Eyes devoid of suspicion and wrong-doing, let us be outlaws

Is there really that kind of poem that doesn’t end
Youth forever halted in our own time
All the boys and girls have guitars and dancing shoes
Laughing and forgetting life’s suffering, just knowing its sweetness

Is there really that kind of tomorrow that lets me live all over again
To once again experience the yesterday I squandered
Whether surviving or living, I won’t waste a moment
Won’t let this story be so filled with regrets
Can anyone hear me, I don’t want to say goodbye

I sit before the bed watching my fingertips already like smoke