The road home is passing us by; a slight breeze is blowing.
Our nonsensical conversations are strangely enjoyable.
Regrettably, when I became aware of it, the jokes mixed in with our conversations have suddenly stopped,
and each of the roads that we are taking is heading into separate directions.
A tomorrow that’s different from the blueprint that’s overflowing
with the dream I painted back at that time would be alright.
Right now, I hold these intense feelings tightly in my heart.
What am I going to find in the destination that I’m aiming for?
If it’s right now, I feel that I’ll be able to get hold of it; I’ll try reaching my hand out.
Along the way to my dream, we'll meet again someday for sure.
Illuminated by twilight, like they're escaping,
those days that headed straight forward passed by quickly as if embarrassed.
That place where we always met up hasn’t changed even until now.
I wonder if you still remember it?
The things that aren't always reflected in the eyes are also important.
You and I are connected.
The shadow dyed with a deep red color is spreading.
Along the way to my dream, it would be nice if we definitely meet again someday.
Even so, I'm smiling right now.
At every moment, I'm breathing.
No matter how I am, I'll be right here.
Even now, I held these intense feelings tightly in my heart.
That is youth, and it's alright to just laugh if you should want to.
Because you're there, I continue to run.
You said so, right? "For sure, it's the same for me."