Outside, the rain is just pouring,
But I don’t mind, ’cause I feel at ease here.
Facing an unknown future,
I turn over a new page.
I hear familiar voices,
As I wake to a blinding morning.
You’re always standing there, waiting.
Someday, I want you,
To show me your world. C’mon, show me now!
Your actions string together without hesitation,
Pulling tightly at my chest.
What shall we talk about tomorrow?
Let’s see how this story continues!
In the season we met, the flowers were already in bloom,
But I’m thinking of the time when they were still budding;
In this city you were raised in,
I see tender traces of you everywhere.
What things did you love,
In your journey to the present?
I think I wanna know…
So turn my way!
If I could someday go,
To your world, in which I don’t exist…
You’d whisper a phrase to me,
That would gently resound in my heart.
I feel like I’ve seen it before in a dream;
The scenery stretches before my eyes,
And I lose the words I wanted to tell you.
“I hear a sweet voice.”
“It all becomes one.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m right here!”
“C’mon…!”
Someday, I want you,
To show me your world. C’mon, show me now!
Whisper that phrase to me,
That will gently resound in my heart.
What shall we talk about tomorrow?
Let’s see how this story continues!
Will I see you again tomorrow?
This story goes on into the future…