If I could only play the piano I’d put all my thoughts into song So they would be something I could tell you
On rainy days, it would be like the rain On windy nights, it would be like the wind On sunny mornings, it would be brightly
But I haven’t got a piano Nor arms that can ask you My heart is always only partly open So the words I want to tell you are forced to remain there Ah~ Forced to remain
If I could only play the piano I’d light up a single, small light And it would be something I could ask you about
Like the joy of having loved someone, and The sadness of misunderstandings, and Irrepressible passion
But I haven’t got a piano Nor have I shared a dream with you My heart is always trying so hard, yet failing And even the dreams I want to ask you about are getting further and further away Ah~ Getting further and further away