Carried on a wind
from far away,
no matter how many times I try to say these words,
they never reach you.
Once again, my eyes stare somewhere
out the window.
This foreboding hasn't changed, I still feel it.
Those days are getting blurry...
Seeing through
blank eyes
like a caged bird,
the light of the afternoon sun is just like
the light that shines on you
from outside.
This foreboding hasn't changed, I still feel it.
Those days are becoming blurry...
I feel the changing season
will see my promise broken.
Even if I reach out with my hands,
my heart will stay distant.
(Why do you stare at the sky with your blurry eyes?)
I feel the changing season
will see my promise broken.
Even if I reach out with my hands,
my heart will stay distant.
In the changing season,
the one precious to me
looked back toward me with those eyes,
sighing softly.