Lyric

Strawberry fields—is it real or remembered?

Mist on the leaves, every color surrendered

I walk through a garden asleep in the rain

Red lanterns flicker, then vanish again

A name in the wind that I almost recall

Soft as a shadow that slips through the wall

The koto keeps counting the years that we lost

Petals turn silver beneath morning frost

I reach for the past, but it bends in my hand

Like footprints dissolving in strawberry sand

Strawberry fields forever—echoed

Where did all the bright days go?

Time moves slow beneath the moonlight

Calling me through dreams I know

Strawberry fields forever—echoed

Every scar begins to glow

If the garden still remembers

Maybe I can let you go

Old castle stones wear a blanket of moss

Each quiet corner remembers a loss

The river runs backward whenever I dream

Carrying faces away in its stream

I hear my young laughter beyond the bamboo

A version of me that still waits there for you

But dawn cuts the fog with a pale golden blade

And shows me the life that the memories made

Strawberry fields forever—echoed

Where did all the bright days go?

Time moves slow beneath the moonlight

Calling me through dreams I know

Strawberry fields forever—echoed

Every scar begins to glow

If the garden still remembers

Maybe I can let you go

No map can return me

No gate stays the same

The flowers keep blooming

But forget every name

I breathe with the silence

Let yesterday fade

The heart is a garden—

Not a grave we have made

Strawberry fields forever—echoed

Now I hear the river flow

Time moves on beneath the moonlight

Teaching me what I should know

Strawberry fields forever—echoed

Softly fading as I go

If the garden still remembers

I can smile and let you go

Red petals drift beyond the wall

The echo stays—

But does not call