Yuuri - Dried Flowers (English.ver)

 

 

 

 

Maybe I am not the one that you were looking for
And maybe we were trying to keep what we couldn't afford
Before we knew it
We found ourselves fighting all the time, I'm so sorry


You know I've been trying to bring it up to you
I guess we are never gonna work it out
Even when we had a tiny apartment for us two
Our conversation was one way, yeah, without a doubt

 

If we meet again
Somewhere along the way
Wonder if we can laugh
About all that we went through today?
I don't evеn know how
How to tell you the reasons why
Don't wanna cry whеn you sleep by my side
Yeah, this I know for sure


Not your voice, not your face
Not even your clumsiness
None of it, none of it
I can't seem to say "I hate it"
Like dried flowers our colours fade
All of the things that we had
Maybe, maybe, maybe, someday
They'll fade away, yeah


Maybe you were not the one that I was looking for
But you can't make me cry for you anymore
"Why is it always me?"
I used to say but now I don't do that no more

 

 

Break-ups and broken hearts are so unbearable
Everything we had turned out to be forgettable
You know I'm wondering how you are getting along
Like how your way with doing fine with somebody new

 

Truth is I don't want
To see you face to face again
I'd really appreciate
If you could stay the hell away
'Cause you haven't changed a bit
You want everything your own way
But I still can't help myself from texting back
Tryna play it cool

 

Not your voice, not your face
Not even your clumsiness
Even though, even still
I can't seem to say "I hate it"
Like dried flowers our colours fade
It's just a matter of time
Maybe, maybe, maybe, someday
We'll fade away

 

 

I see my demons, they're dancing in the moonlight
Maybe I am going crazy, losing my mind
Even in darkness I can see the colours shine bright
Yellow, red and blue calling out your name
From the bottom of my heart, it's so relentless
The love I had for you is trying to break it's way free

 

It's your voice, it's your face
It's even your clumsiness
All of it, all of it
Now I know I hate them all
I got flowers that will not wither
I'm handing them to you
Will you, will you, will you
Will you keep them forever?

 

Ah-ah, ah-ah