Sunday morning
the light is soft

On a day off I woke slowly
even though I set no alarm
I start the laundry and make coffee
beyond the steam your face appears
I have no plans at all
yet I fix my hair in front of the mirror

The shampoo I picked yesterday
smelled like something you'd like
The moment I noticed
my cheeks went warm

ChorusA you-colored morning
even alone in my room
somehow I sense you somewhere
Everything I choose connects to you
This feeling, a name
I don't have to give it yet
Little by little it turns your color

The clothes I hung on the balcony sway
I open my phone, close it, open it again
I almost searched for your name, and stopped
Someday, in this room,
will the day come when your shoes line up?
even though nothing's begun yet

A you-colored morning
it's not that I want to see you
yet before I knew it, toward you
my hand was reaching
Everything is being dyed your color
Leaving it nameless like this
I want to stay here a little longer

When will I see you next?
There's a me who keeps wondering
What scares me, more than being disliked
is this feeling changing
The me in the mirror
was smiling softly

A you-colored morning
I've come to love Sunday mornings
In this light
the time spent thinking of you is precious
There's no need to rush
Today too, just staying your color
I'll keep smiling in this room