I hold my breath, but no, it's too painful,
so I breathe in - 3 → 2 → 1
But it's harsh, yes, of course it's harsh;
why is it you aren't here with me?
Long-Distance Love Affair
Love-Distance Long Affair
I can breathe just fine, and I'm still alive
And though I live, it's a lonely life.
But I live - I laugh, and I live,
even though you're not here - but why...?
Yes, you can laugh - yes, you can cry too -
yes, you can be mad - and yes, you can like me -
yes, you can kiss me - yes, you can even hug me -
yes, you can make me yours and yours alone...
When I can meet you, it makes me so happy;
I'm alive, so it's a lonely life.
I'll stop time, perhaps - a silly suggestion,
but I beg you to do "something," to unteach me...
Hey, is it fine if I laugh? Hey, is it fine if I cry, too?
Hey, is it fine if I get mad? And is it fine if I like you?
Hey, can I kiss you? Hey, can I hug you, too?
I was wondering, can I make you mine and mine alone...?
Yes, you can laugh - yes, you can cry too -
yes, you can be mad - and yes, you can like me -
yes, you can kiss me - yes, you can even hug me -
yes, you can make me yours and yours alone...
“You're smiling.” "So are you."
“Are you crying?” "You are too."
“I love you.” "I love you, too."
“We'll meet again.” "I'll be waiting."