作词 : Aki Yanagisawa
作曲 : Aki Yanagisawa
I saw you in that old café,
The one where time would slip away.
You stirred your drink, just like before,
But you don’t look at me no more.
We were fire in the pouring rain,
Now we pass like strangers on a train.
You used to be mine,
In the hush between the lines.
Now you’re just a name,
In the echo of my wine.
Love fades like jazz at closing time—
You used to be mine.
Your voice still lives in minor keys,
In worn-out songs and autumn leaves.
We danced through nights we never owned,
Now I slow dance with the unknown.
We were poems on a café wall,
Now we’re shadows in a midnight call.
You used to be mine,
When the world felt sharp and fine.
Now you’re just a dream
That I sip like aged red wine.
We burned out slow, like a last skyline—
You used to be mine.
Maybe love was meant to break,
To leave us softer when we wake.
I still wear the scent of then,
But I won’t ask for “when” again.
You used to be mine,
Like a song out of time.
Now I toast to the days
When your hand still reached for mine.
It’s all part of the grand design—
You used to be mine.
作词 : Aki Yanagisawa
作曲 : Aki Yanagisawa
I saw you in that old café,
The one where time would slip away.
You stirred your drink, just like before,
But you don’t look at me no more.
We were fire in the pouring rain,
Now we pass like strangers on a train.
You used to be mine,
In the hush between the lines.
Now you’re just a name,
In the echo of my wine.
Love fades like jazz at closing time—
You used to be mine.
Your voice still lives in minor keys,
In worn-out songs and autumn leaves.
We danced through nights we never owned,
Now I slow dance with the unknown.
We were poems on a café wall,
Now we’re shadows in a midnight call.
You used to be mine,
When the world felt sharp and fine.
Now you’re just a dream
That I sip like aged red wine.
We burned out slow, like a last skyline—
You used to be mine.
Maybe love was meant to break,
To leave us softer when we wake.
I still wear the scent of then,
But I won’t ask for “when” again.
You used to be mine,
Like a song out of time.
Now I toast to the days
When your hand still reached for mine.
It’s all part of the grand design—
You used to be mine.