Theres a song thats inside of my soul
Its the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I will wake in the infinite cold
But you sing to me over and over and over again
I sighed, as I walked inside. It seemed so strange all of a sudden. Japan seemed empty without Syaoran. I tried to get over him and date other boys, but I could never do it. I still missed him, and his departure still hurt. I wish I could tell him how much I love him...
So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now you're my only hope
I plopped down in the chair in the living room, curling up into a comfortable little ball. "Firey," I mumbled lightly, flames now crackling in the fireplace. For some reason I found that more soothing than electric lights and gas lamps. As I stared into the fire I could see Syaorans face smiling, staring back at me happily. He seemed to be mouthing something, but everything was so blurry, I couldn't tell...
Sing to me the song of the stars Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again When it feels like my dreams are so far Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again
I shook my head, and his head disappeared. Was I going crazy, seeing things? Perhaps Syaoran hadn't come back because ... Because ... I didn't even want to think it. I bit my lower lip. Perhaps it was because he had another girlfriend now. Or perhaps he still loved Meiling, and he was too scared to tell me that he had changed his mind about me, and he wanted Meiling instead.
So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now, you're my only hope
I thought about killing myself, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Even if Syaoran did love Meiling, I'm sure he'd tell me he had moved on sometime. Besides, I couldn't leave Tomoyo, Papa, Touya and all my friends behind, could I? No, I couldn't. I wasn't that weak, or ... pathetic. I craved even to have Syaoran back and telling me how pathetic and weak I was.
I give you my destiny I've given you all of me I want your symphony Singing in all that I am At the top of my lungs I'm givin it back
Maybe he'd call. He still had my number, didn't he? I had tried his cell phone, but it seemed to have been disconnected. Oh Syaoran, did you do that on purpose, in fear that I would try to reach you? Are you purposely avoiding me, or are you trying as hard as I am to reach you to reach me?
So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours I pray to be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now, you're my only hope
I stood up and staggered over to the front door as somebody knocked. Who would come at this time of day, it was 11:30 at night. I blinked a few times, trying to keep my eyelids from shutting. I slowly pulled the door open as I rubbed one. "H'llo?" I must have sounded rude and sleepy, though I had tried to put a sweet tone in my voice. "I didn't disturb you did I?" Said a sweet voice that was oh-so-familiar. My eyes widened as I stared into the face of Syaoran. He stood there, about three inches taller than I was, holding roses. He smiled lightly. I flung my arms around him, burying my head into his shoulder. So he hadn't forgot me. "Syaoran..Oh, Syaoran.." My eyes water and I began to cry. He patted my back and held me close, not even complaining that we were standing in the cold doorway. "I'm sorry that I didn't come sooner. Lord knows I tried to call, write, anything and everything." Ah, so he had. Syaoran was so caring, so sweet, so perfect. "Syaoran-Kun...I.. I love you, too."
I sighed, as I walked inside. It seemed so strange all of a sudden. Japan seemed empty without Syaoran. I tried to get over him and date other boys, but I could never do it. I still missed him, and his departure still hurt. I wish I could tell him how much I love him...
So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now you're my only hope
I plopped down in the chair in the living room, curling up into a comfortable little ball. "Firey," I mumbled lightly, flames now crackling in the fireplace. For some reason I found that more soothing than electric lights and gas lamps. As I stared into the fire I could see Syaorans face smiling, staring back at me happily. He seemed to be mouthing something, but everything was so blurry, I couldn't tell...
Sing to me the song of the stars Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again When it feels like my dreams are so far Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again
I shook my head, and his head disappeared. Was I going crazy, seeing things? Perhaps Syaoran hadn't come back because ... Because ... I didn't even want to think it. I bit my lower lip. Perhaps it was because he had another girlfriend now. Or perhaps he still loved Meiling, and he was too scared to tell me that he had changed his mind about me, and he wanted Meiling instead.
So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now, you're my only hope
I thought about killing myself, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Even if Syaoran did love Meiling, I'm sure he'd tell me he had moved on sometime. Besides, I couldn't leave Tomoyo, Papa, Touya and all my friends behind, could I? No, I couldn't. I wasn't that weak, or ... pathetic. I craved even to have Syaoran back and telling me how pathetic and weak I was.
I give you my destiny I've given you all of me I want your symphony Singing in all that I am At the top of my lungs I'm givin it back
Maybe he'd call. He still had my number, didn't he? I had tried his cell phone, but it seemed to have been disconnected. Oh Syaoran, did you do that on purpose, in fear that I would try to reach you? Are you purposely avoiding me, or are you trying as hard as I am to reach you to reach me?
So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours I pray to be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now, you're my only hope
I stood up and staggered over to the front door as somebody knocked. Who would come at this time of day, it was 11:30 at night. I blinked a few times, trying to keep my eyelids from shutting. I slowly pulled the door open as I rubbed one. "H'llo?" I must have sounded rude and sleepy, though I had tried to put a sweet tone in my voice. "I didn't disturb you did I?" Said a sweet voice that was oh-so-familiar. My eyes widened as I stared into the face of Syaoran. He stood there, about three inches taller than I was, holding roses. He smiled lightly. I flung my arms around him, burying my head into his shoulder. So he hadn't forgot me. "Syaoran..Oh, Syaoran.." My eyes water and I began to cry. He patted my back and held me close, not even complaining that we were standing in the cold doorway. "I'm sorry that I didn't come sooner. Lord knows I tried to call, write, anything and everything." Ah, so he had. Syaoran was so caring, so sweet, so perfect. "Syaoran-Kun...I.. I love you, too."