Our Memories – 手嶌葵

Everyday gunfire was waking me up
Where were you escaping from?
Everyday bird calls let me fall asleep
What memory comes to your mind?

The blue night holds you tight like your mother
This silent light that shines on you
Whenever, wherever, we’re children of this mother universe.

The morning comes
When we lose our memories behind
The night falls
When we get our memories back

The morning comes
When we lose our memories behind
The night falls
When we get our memories back

Our memories
Our memories