Lyric

"It’s been a long time," you said, stopping me there

I turned around to meet your steady gaze and stare

But for a second, my mind was a total blank

Searching for a name, a memory I could thank

Dazzling smile and a scent I used to know

Light lipstick and a voice so cool and low

I pulled at the threads of a dream long since buried

Lost in the haze where the old ghosts were carried

And there it was: a blue sea, wide and wild

And a wheat-colored girl, a summer’s own child

"You haven't changed," you said, looking deep in my eyes

Nostalgia hit hard, but I couldn't find the replies

You tucked your long bangs behind your ear just so

A graceful gesture I hadn't seen long ago

Supple fingers, moving with a quiet peace

Watching the tension of the decades finally cease

I pulled at the threads of a dream so fragile and thin

Recalling the "lemon-colored pain" within

The blue of the sky, the sting on my skin

"See you later," you waved, walking away from the spot

I thought of calling out, but I knew I should not

Because on your finger, a ring caught the afternoon light

Quietly telling me your happiness was bright

And everything was finally all right

A gentle dream, a fragment of time

Lost in the rhythm and the old-fashioned rhyme

I pulled at the threads of the memory I saved

The blue summer days that my younger self craved

Embracing the sepia-toned memorial we made

The lemon-colored ache

The wheat-colored girl

Goodbye to the blue summer