sing the song

I hear an old song
It isn't a sad song
But, hearing it is just painful
Reminding me of old people
Letting go and being let go
Sometimes, there were times
before I realized some things have broken apart
Good and bad times
seem to be don't have much of difference
Everything goes in black and white
Like a old forgotten movie that going forward and backward
pressing the buttons thinking
"Should I just turn it off?"


歌を歌う。
いつか、この傷が癒えるんだろうが？
いつか、あの日の思いを忘れるかな？
それとも、この記憶を受け入れるか？