Utada Hikaru - Flavor of life

When you say thank you to me,
for some reason it hurts,
Like a magic spell that doesn’t
get undone even after the good bye.
the faintly burning pain.
The flavor of life

Neither friends nor lovers, in uncertain terms
like an un-riped fruit dreaming about the day of harvest
because of being unable to just move one more step forward
It’s just so frustrating

When you say thank you to me,
for some reason it hurts,
Like a magic spell that doesn’t
get undone even after the good bye.
the faintly burning pain.
The flavor of life

Sweet talk and tasteless conversations.
i have no interest in them
even when things do not go the way I want them
you make me believe that there is still something in life

When asked ‘ whats wrong?’
I answer ‘its nothing’
The smile that disappears after goodbye
I’m not like myself anymore

The more i wish to believe in you,
For some reason it hurts even more
‘i like you’ instead of ‘i love you’ is more like the person I knew
the flavor of life

I wish I could cherish the white color of the falling snow like I used to
by the time I would remember the scent of the person I’ve nearly forgotten

A future tender and warmer than a diamond
i want to grasp it, in this limited time we have, i want to live it with you
when you say thank you to me,
for some reason it hurts,
Like a magic spell that doesnt
get undone even after the good bye.
the faintly burning pain.
The flavor of life

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Because escape was a million times easier.
Because the excuses made me go on with my life easier.
Because rejection would be unbearable for my prideful self if I tried and did not get past you.
Because I care so much, this guilt weighing on me all these years has made me realise...

That I do not want to run anymore.

No. I do not want to run anymore.

Even if I fail, I will face the rejection. I want to try.
And maybe, hopefully, you'll realise that I am sorry.

Sorry for the times I wasn't there, sorry for the times I was too angry and sorry for not being part of your life all these years.

I only hope you will understand.

The warrior knows an old saying: "If regrets could kill..."

And he knows that regrets can kill; they slowly eat away at the soul of someone who has done something wrong and they eventually lead to self-destruction.

The warrior does not want to die like that. When he acts perversely or maliciously - because he is a man of many faults - he is never too ashamed to ask for forgiveness.

If possible, he does his best to repair the wrong he has done. If the injured party is dead, then he does some good turn to a stranger and offers up that deed to the soul he has wounded.

A warrior of light has no regrets, because regrets can kill. He humbles himself and undoes the wrong that he has done.

Dear stranger

Today I will talk about a stranger in my life.

Let's call her Lady.

Ok so, back when I was young and impressionable, I met Lady and that was one of the first time I looked up to someone. (Discounting my previous idol, my primary school head prefect)

Lady had/has(im not sure anymore) a certain attractive quality about her, being taller than most other girls, very pretty and sporty at the same time.

I enjoyed talking to her very much, and found her personality and spirit very uplifting. Nevertheless, one day, Lady had to go.

She went away, and for reasons unknown, she never did reply my messages nor msn chats.

I still see her on my msn list, still intrigued by her msn nicks.

Life brings strangers together. We walk a distance together and then part in our paths without knowing. Some days, you take a backward glance and wonder: When did we part and why did we.

I will never know why though I still think about Lady sometimes.

Hm, holidays are great and not so great at the same time.

P.S. I am not les. :p