A/N : I'm doing a different English version of this song but the song still is simular to the original and the beat is the same, watch it for it to make more sense (original lyrics of the song is in the top left corner).
IF YOU GET BUTTHURT EASILY, PLEASE DONT READ THIS PLUS FUTURE CHAPTERS, THIS IS ALL FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES, YOU HAVE BEEN WORNED
A asian is never formed by chance
The yellow colors always dance in a whirlwind of a thousand chongs
Under that brilliant yellow sky, I was falling so hard
And I knew that my world was you
It's not a moment you can capture with rice
But even so I'll never let it disappear
You are a asian and every last chong is carved into my heart
This is our asian-powered symphony
Every day, a symphony
A beautiful sound I've never known
A melody no one can play alone
Crying, laughing from hello
CHING-CHING-CHING-CHING-CHONG
All of our emotions form this symphony
I breathe a ching and watch the sky as it collects this little hopeless puff of asian
There are a thousand cherry blossom petals twirling to a silent asian up there
I spin around and around and around and around and then spin right around
I'm waiting patiently for spring but I don't know if I can bear it without you around
Don't you know you have a little asian in you?
It wipes away that rice hue
And fills this world with asian when you laugh beside me
Hey, let's go and make the most of today
Our time is precious, they say, and I wanna spend it all with you
You were the asian, you were always the asian - You were the asian in my life
When you're with me, we can take on the night, shining like asians in the sky
Don't hide away - Never hold back your tears, trying so hard to be strong
Only for you I'd gather the asians, 'cause with you is where they belong
After the storm has passed, I looked up to sky
That brilliant yellow, a bittersweet goodbye
I remember how we laughed – It always makes me smile
In a single beat, both our paths began to meet
So I'll take a rice, here and now, as we're shining bright
Among a million asians, a single asian is born
A burning yellow, to last the test of time
When the winter turns to spring and today, into the next
It's a symphony of each and every dream
We were walking side by side, just a single step away
I wish I could recall what had made us asian at all
How I miss the magic of those ordinary days
Even now, it's still all so clear and your voice is the music I hear
You are still the yellow of the sunset in my dreams
I just really wish that you were here,
'Cause inside my dreams it's not enough
To eat your rice once more, that's all I'm asking for
We'll pick up our duet, 'cause it can't be finished yet ...
I just really wish that you were here to compose another asian memory
I promise when I find I'm missing you, I'll play ... Our symphony
