song

Turning the white pages
The colours leap out
The scenery from a kaleidoscope

When I realized, the story is still
In its clumsy beginnings
I take a deep breath again

The travelling wind
Pushes my back forward as if embracing me

Ah, your soft and warm hand
I grasp it tightly, hoping that I’ll reach the depths of that heart
If you smile back
If you grasp my hands in return
I’ll only look forwards

I suddenly realised
The whirlpool of feelings that I want to hide
To the point that it’s embarassing

The travelling wind
Runs forward, saying that it can’t wait

Ah, the memories which resurface like a revolving lantern
So endless and innocent, they seem to be shining so frightfully
Let cowardice and weakness become a refreshing wind
I’ll only look forwards

Your hand, softer and warmer than anyone else’s
I grasp it tightly, hoping that I’ll reach the depths of that heart
If you smile back
If you grasp my hands in return
I’ll go forwards while holding your hands