Truly a work of art.
A dry breeze is blowing
The city is getting cold
I wonder how many seasons have passed
without even a sound?
All of the people coming and going
bear heavy burdens,
searching for tomorrow
within the heat haze wavering in the distance.
Feelings like sand
falling through my hands...
Back then, the words that pierced my heart
suddenly started to throb with pain, but...
I've searched for pieces of myself,
counting the endless nights all the while.
These feelings are becoming so certain
I almost lose myself.
Right now, without fail, I will walk forward, however far.
I wonder, why is the sky
so vast?
Even though I tried to yell, my voice didn't come
and the tears poured out.
I wonder where the birds are flying off to,
as they freely slice through the wind?
One can't return to the same place
as it once was in days gone by.
Even if I give up my dream like this,
I won't suppress my soaring heartbeat.
Someday, I want to reach
as high as the clouds. [1]
I'll spread wide the wings in my heart and journey once again
I will reach it, without fail.
I've searched for pieces of myself,
counting the endless nights all the while.
These feelings are becoming so certain
I almost lose myself.
Right now, without fail, I will walk forward, however far. cool
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