If I were a book

If I were a book,
I wonder how I would be?
Would I be an adventure?
or would I simply not be?

If I were a book,
I wonder how I would be.
After what I tell you,
would you still need me?

I could tell you about my life.
All about my wordly dealings.
I needn't be shy,
I could express all my feelings.

I could tell you when I am happy.
I could tell you when I am sad.
I could tell you when I feel good.
I could tell you when I feel bad.

I could tell you what I like.
I could tell you what I hate.
I could tell a tale of destiny,
I could tell a tale of fate.

I could tell how much I love you,
How much you mean to me.
Say, if I were a book,
would you still read me?

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I reached out my hands into the pure white, accumulating light
Like in my memories from that day
So that I don't lose them
I send my feelings, entrusted to words, to you.

Illuminated by moonlight
Pieces of dreams dance in the night.
I even remember the warmth
From when you snuggled up to me while shivering.
Even if u lose sight of tomorrow
And ur heart is stolen away by the changing seasons.

I reached out my hands into the pure white, accumulating light
Like in my memories from that day
So that they don't break
I send my feelings, hidden in my heart, to you.

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Will you understand if i write it on paper?
Will it be visible if I turn it into words?
Everything Disappeared, but my body felt heavy.
I finally noticed the words that were lacking
Even though they wrap up everything now.
No matter how many times I call out your name
it'll never reach you,
but now I recall that your smiling face,
looking back at me was dazzling,
so i fixedly lowered my eyes
Even though I thought that
I wouldn't ever come to love
Someone else again
Because it was you, I relaxed
However, you're not around anymore.

A Little More

Ever since the day,
my senses I bore,
Life has always been,
A little more.

When dad told stories
from his folklore
I always wanted to hear
A little more.

When I used to play
and mom called to do the chore,
I would call out and say,
Just, a little more.

　
Then I grew up,
wanted to do so many things.
but I had to study,
always, a little more.

When results came out
and i looked at my score,
A thought came to mind,
if only, I had studied,
Just, a little more.

　
Then I fell in love,
with the most beautiful girl
The apple of my eye,
more precious than a pearl.
She always had to go early,
reach home by four,
And I would sigh,
wanting her to stay with me,
Just, a little more.
　

Had a dream to earn enough,
and live on the sea shore,
But then I got the paycheque,
always wanting,
a little more.
　

Thus I went through the years,
chasing my dream,
eluding me forevermore,
Always pushing myself by saying,
Just a little more.

And today Death is standing,
waiting at the door.
But I, I want to live,
just, a little more.