宇多田ヒカル - Prisoner Of Love

letter：Utada Hikaru
song：Utada Hikaru

平気な顔で嘘をついて
笑って　嫌気がさして
楽ばかりしようとしていた

ないものねだりブルース
皆安らぎを求めている
満ち足りてるのに奪い合う
愛の影を追っている

退屈な毎日が急に輝きだした
あなたが現れたあの日から
孤独でも辛くても平気だと思えた
I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

病める時も健やかなる時も
嵐の日も晴れの日も共に歩もう

I'm gonna tell you the truth
人知れず辛い道を選ぶ
私を応援してくれる
あなただけを友と呼ぶ

強がりや欲張りが無意味になりました
あなたに愛されたあの日から
自由でもヨユウでも一人じゃ虚しいわ
I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

Oh もう少しだよ
Don't you give up
Oh 見捨てない　絶対に

残酷な現実が二人を引き裂けば
より一層強く惹かれ合う
いくらでもいくらでも頑張れる気がした
I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

ありふれた日常が急に輝きだした
心を奪われたあの日から
孤独でも辛くても平気だと思えた
I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

Stay with me, stay with me
My baby, say you love me
Stay with me, stay with me
一人にさせない
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I read back on my novels and I thought about my Ulter Ego - Aikiko Rei, the Jaded Princess, whose love for Katsumi Yui, seems to plague her through out her life. She loved deeply, and yet she seems to hate deeply. Somehow, I always believed that she is always been a part of me. A part that I can never express in my daily life. She is strong, determined and yet calm and collective at every instances, which is a far cry from what I am. But what she and I have in common is that we are both prisoners of love. Me, the Little Jade Queen has now finally settled down with The Roadster, but yet, Aikiko Rei has yet to settle down. Maybe there is a part of me that still wishes that I wasn't settled down, wanting to live a jet setting life and being that independant and strong woman that I have been brought up to be, though it may seem to others that I am needy and lonely. I have also realised that Aikiko Rei doesn't really have much friends, only those that are her associates, those that are under her service, or those that are her equal.

I wish I could throw myself into that, though lonely as it seems, there are times I feel that I need others more than others need me. I realised that over the last year, I have clung on to my husband like glue.. and I haven't been the way I was... I wonder will I ever find back that part of me... The one who just can go out for coffee at Starbucks, armed with just a pen, a note book and her mp3 player and sit there... day dreaming, contemplating and wondering... I guess what love make people do, is lose themselves... never allowing them to be the same again... I wish I could get myself inked again and mark the passing of things that have changed my life.....