Emotional Rooms | The blue-tile Kitchen

(Verse 1) La-la-la-la… la-la-la… I wandered through so many rooms, on a windy, sunlit afternoon, apartment doors and passing views — none of them felt quite like you. “This one’s nice…” but something’s off, “pretty light…” but not enough, balcony breeze, but I hesitate — Just because…the kitchen never felt like clicking. (Pre-Chorus) But suddenly — I saw you there… and I just stood… and stood, and stared… heheheheh (Chorus) It’s you, it’s you, it’s always you, blue tiles shining kira kira, soft and true, like little candy stars in horizontal line — 细碎的星语 I didn’t design. Creamy-white cupboards, gentle glow, 每个角落都在说 “please just stay”… my perfect little kitchen… Maybe….? It’s you… it’s you… it’s you… it’s you… (Verse 2) I dressed you up in things I love, stickers, drawings, magnets above, I even painted the sauce racks in pastel tone, Just to… match the blue shades inside you… I tried to…. Dress up lace and chiffon, matching you in quiet ways — living in your gentle haze. Fridge doors filled with my handcrafted things…. magnets, notes, remembering, 好想在说...a small “I do”… everything I gave to you. (Bridge) Anyway one day — the light turned thin… (Verse 3 / Break) I left you… without a word, without a trace, took my colors from your space, peeled the stickers, packed the art, 像是把自己一点一点拆开。 something I… still wanted to keep. But I couldn’t stay, 但我还是离开了。 (Outro / Chorus Reprise) For the omelets, late-night tea, cookies baked so quietly, coffee mornings, sugar air — 你一直都在那里。 Now I build another place, Its color contains grey and cream, Maybe a less interesting and softer face? 也许没那么特别…或许更安静一点。 I try to… try to… try to… stick the memories back in line, trying to make your ghost feel mine. It’s not the same… but maybe still… 如果我还记得你…那就够了。 La-la-la-la… stay with me… 一点点记忆就好… just enough…够了。真的够了。