First Love

First Love

There’s a brown piano settled in the corner of my memory.

There’s a brown piano settled in the corner of my childhood home.

I remember back then,

The brown piano that guided me was way taller than my height, ay.

I strained to look at you, with yearning.

When I touched you with my small fingers, “I feel so nice, mom, I feel so nice.”

I played the piano wherever my hands took me.

I didn’t know your significance back then, ay.

Back then I was happy just looking at you.

I remember back during my grade school days, when my height became taller than yours.

I neglected you after I yearned for you so much.

On top of the white keys, dust is building up.

Your neglected appearance, even then I didn’t know your significance.

No matter where I am, you defended that spot, but I didn’t know that would be the last (the last).

Don’t leave like this, you say…

“Don’t worry even if I leave (don’t).

You’ll do well on your own (you’ll do).

I remember when I first met you, before I knew it you grew up.

Though we’re putting an end to our relationship, don’t ever feel sorry to me (don’t).

I’ll get to meet you again no matter what form, greet me happily then.”

I remember back then when I completely forgot you.

I saw you again around the age of 14.

I touched you again though awkward for a moment.

Even though I was gone for a long time, you accepted me, without you I am nothing.

After the dawn, two of us, we welcomed the morning together.

Don’t let go of my hand forever.

I won’t let go of you again either (I won’t).

I remember back then when we burned up the last of my teens.

Yes, the days when we couldn’t see an inch before us, we laughed, we cried.

Those days with you, those moments are now memories.

I said, clutching my crushed shoulder, I really can’t do this anymore.

Every time I wanted to give up, by my side you said, “Bastard you can really do it.”

Yeah, yeah, I remember back then when I was fed up and lost,

Back then when I fell into a pit of despair, even when I pushed you away,

Even when I resented meeting you, you were firmly by my side.

You didn’t have to say anything, so don’t ever let go of my hand.

I won’t let you go ever again either.

My birth and the end of my life, you will be there to watch over it all.

There’s a brown piano settled in the corner of my memory.

There’s a brown piano settled in the corner of my childhood home.