Thyme Fly Away
good night Days, good old Days
Since the day I swore I'd never come back, I've put my
memories to rest
ah knock on the Days, good old Days
Though I've come to miss you, I regret that I had
pretended to be strong
Continuing up and down, I'll quietly drop by to see
you, see you again
When I go up that hill, I can see the scenery of the
summer drive I loved so much
The scent of the wind, the background music, all of it
is in my memory, even now
I ran up that hill, past the rusted "closed" [sign] and
flew away
good night Days, good old Days
Since the day I swore I'd never come back, I've put my
memories to rest
ah knock on the Days, good old Days
Though I've come to miss you, I regret that I had
pretended to be strong
If I'm standing here, I can see the dream I painted on
a blue canvas, see you again
The place where my desires are is actually called a
battlefield, full of nothing but evil faces
Objects like skyscrapers surround the trees, "It can't
be helped" they laughed
good night Days, good old Days
Since the day I swore I'd never come back, I've put my
memories to rest
ah knock on the Days, good old Days
Though I've come to miss you, I regret that I had
pretended to be strong
Continuing up and down, I'll quietly drop by to see you
I'm stuffing only my one desire into my bag
I know that just that is enough
It's becoming heavy, it's breaking
But I can't let go of that day...
good night Days, good old Days
Since the day I swore I'd never come back, I've put my
memories to rest
ah knock on the Days, good old Days
Though I've come to miss you, I regret that I had
pretended to be strong, but
I'm climbing the hill again, so I'll paint my dream on
a blue canvas, see you again
Continuing up and down, I'll quietly drop by to see
you, see you again