Why do we meet?
We have no idea why.
When will we meet?
We never know.

Where were we? Where have we been?
Two stories beneath a distant sky.

You’re a string running vertical. I’m a string running horizontal.
The cloth that we spin might provide warmth
For someone, someday.

The reasons we go on living,
Frayed remains of days we spent lost.
Running after our dreams,
Frayed remains of days we spent stumbling.

What will these strings become,
Anxious and quivering in the wind?

You’re a string running vertical. I’m a string running horizontal.
The cloth that we spin might cover the wounds
Of someone, someday.

You’re a string running vertical. I’m a string running horizontal.
To meet the string we’re destined to meet…
That’s what’s known as happiness.

なぜ　めぐり逢うのかを
私たちは　なにも知らない
いつ　めぐり逢うのかを
私たちは　いつも知らない

どこにいたの　生きてきたの
遠い空の下　ふたつの物語

縦の糸はあなた　横の糸は私
織りなす布は　いつか誰かを
暖めうるかもしれない

なぜ　生きてゆくのかを
迷った日の跡の　ささくれ
夢追いかけ走って
ころんだ日の跡の　ささくれ

こんな糸が　なんになるの
心許なくて　ふるえてた風の中

縦の糸はあなた　横の糸は私
織りなす布は　いつか誰かの
傷をかばうかもしれない

縦の糸はあなた　横の糸は私
逢うべき糸に　出逢えることを
人は　仕合わせと呼びます