I noticed after I’d lost it –
When I looked back, the wind howled.

A voice that won’t die out is always brushing my heart, flickering brightly –
Even if these lines will never cross,
Someday… somewhere… I wonder if they’ll reach their destination?

Hope is something that, unbeknownst to us,
Holds hands with both ideals and reality,
But failing to be stained by either of them,
I’m swallowed up by these days.

If back then, you had only…

A voice that won’t die out is asking me even now, as if testing me –
Saying, “Does that feeling, that thing you wish for, really exist at your destination?”

The wind dies down,
And a song can be heard far off.
Together with the gaze you gave me, I…

A voice that won’t die out is always brushing my heart, flickering brightly –
Even if these lines will never cross,
Someday… somewhere… I bet they’ll reach their destination!

気付いたのは失くしたそのあとで
振り返れば風が鳴いた

消えない声がいつまでも胸に触れて輝いている
交差してくことのない線でも
いつか、どこか、辿りつくだろうか

希望はいつしか
理想と現実　取り合って
どちらにも染まれない僕は
日々に呑まれた

例えば、あの時君が…

消えない声が今も問い掛ける　僕を試すように
その感情　行き着く先には君が望むものがあるのか、と

風が凪いだ
遠くに唄がある
君がくれた眼差し共に

消えない声がいつまでも胸に触れて瞬いている
交差してくことのない線でも
いつか、どこか、辿りつくだろう