Orange

In a short night, I wandered into a mail room, a bright screen lighting up my loneliness.
At the same time, the bittersweet joy we share.
Now, even this distance, we can leap over time.

I love to laugh and cry; what colors does your heart know right now?
I love to laugh and cry; our smiles burst like fireworks.
Like the sun, shining bright orange.

The fact that we met feels like a distant past now.
Just when I got used to the warmth of your hand in mine,
Like the air, the feelings we found in what we started, a heart we can trust.
Now, on top of the dreams you want to paint,
It seems endlessly wide, I might get lost in it.
Without you, I feel like I might start crying; I don’t want to let go of this hand.

Loneliness plays tricks, making it hard to be honest.
Hurt and getting hurt, crying in the morning again.
Every day we pass by, trying not to drift apart.
When we meet again, hold my hand tight.

I love to laugh and cry; what colors does your heart know right now?
I love to laugh and cry; it feels like we might melt into the sunset.
Tears swaying gently, orange.

Shy smiles, staring at each other, and then laughing again.
This love was so intense, I didn’t want to talk for even a second.
Now that we’ve arrived, it’s a love we can call "eternity," the final destination.
A rainbow stretching across the clear sky.
Like that star shining in the night sky,
I want to be in the orange scenery reflected in your eyes.

Caught in a whirlpool of longing, jealousy, and anxiety,
It feels like my heart is unraveling in solitude.
Before a big hole opens up, I want your love to wrap me gently,
So it doesn’t spill out, I want you to stitch it up with needle and thread.

I love to laugh and cry; what colors does your heart know right now?
I love to laugh and cry; when love overflows,
It’s a warm orange that makes me want to cry.

People are like pendulums of a clock,
Always moving forward, never able to go back, no matter how many times I cry.
Love is something you grow alone, but it takes two to nurture it.
Let’s mark our time together, blindfolded.

I love to laugh and cry; what will our future look like?
Hey, what colors will it become?
I love to laugh and cry; even ten years from now,
I wish for a sweet and sour orange.

No matter how many times (what dreams will we see) morning comes,
Hold my hand (wrap everything up) tight.
Crying (with me by your side) and laughing together,
After all, I want to be orange with you forever.