More Than Words

The you that is there isn't the only you.
You're living with all of the sadness and happiness you've experienced until today.

The most important things are never said
The sky, the sound of rustling leaves, the world knows it all

Isn't freedom painful?
I've become an adult, haven't I?
Isn't freedom painful?
Just a little

I should have been close enough to wipe away your tears
Your sadness and your shivering
I didn't see any of it

The truly important things are fleeting, like a small flame
I'll hold out both hands so the wind doesn't disappear

Isn't freedom painful?
I'm alone now
Isn't freedom painful?
Endlessly

There's something I want to tell you in more than a hundred words
I'm thinking of you, more than a hundred words

Isn't freedom painful?
I've become an adult, haven't I
Isn't freedom painful?
Endlessly

Isn't freedom painful?
Now you're alone, aren't you?
Isn't freedom painful?
Endlessly

The you before my eyes isn't the you, the only you, before me now
You're living together with all the countless joys and sadness you've encountered