I was looking up at the hundred of shapes in the sky.
The hand holding a heart frozen at minus of hundred
by the way our eyes never meet
glistened brightly with sweat.
In this bittersweet town of concrete
our voices will soar higher and higher
into the endless distance,
until they can reach anywhere in the world.
Until they reach our tomorrow,
a distant place no one knows and no one can take away.
I want to believe in the feelings that pierce so deeply!