Hey, let's try searching for love, beyond the deep forests

(real love, my dear, is not for sale.)

Though I kept straining my eyes, I just couldn't find it...

(real love, my dear, is hard to find.)



Listen, even if the whole world is frought with troubles

I'll never let go of my hand from yours

That's the only thing you can trust



At last we reached out and grasped it in our hands, and embraced in our happiness

(real faith, my dear, is far too fake.)

But it's very fleeting, and will soon wither and rot away

(real faith, my dear, is just a dream.)



Someday if the world finds happiness we'll meet again

And if I'm able to meet with you, there'll some endless sadness

But I'll never be able to find it



Where can it be. ...in my heart.



Listen, even if the whole world is frought with troubles

I'll never let go of my hand from yours



Even if these thoughts... are thought of as lies

The brightness on you will continue pouring forth forever

That's the only thing you can trust











						     



						     Thanks to Sondra