I wandered around and leapt out into the empty night streets,
Swimming alone, dissolving into the darkness.
I know it’s selfish, but I can’t help it.
I’m anxious, I’m scared, the light is fading away.
Why am I here?
What was I searching for?
It seems like it’s not sold at vending machines or convenience stores.
Warm ideals and cold reality,
I have what I received in my pocket.
I took a detour, but I’ll return to where I should be,
Holding hands with the moon on my way back.
To you, who smiled and said, “Welcome back,”
To you, who found the lost me,
Words I haven’t said properly,
I must reply without thinking it’s obvious,
“I’m home.”
I left the notebook on the desk unfinished.
I don’t know the right words; my vocabulary is lacking.
No matter how twisted or well-said,
This is completely, absolutely, totally inadequate. Can I have a little more time?
Where did I walk from?
Where am I heading?
It seems like neither my smartphone nor my teacher knows.
An irremovable past and an invisible future,
I hate my indecisiveness.
But I can say one thing: right now, this place
Is my favorite in the whole world.
My body is surely colder than the moon’s temperature,
But I hope I can shine someday.
When you’re lost, when you’re freezing,
I’ll hold your hand, warm you up.
To you, who smiled and said, “Welcome back,”
To you, who spent the same night with me,
Words I haven’t said properly,
I won’t think it’s too late; I’ll convey them on this song,
“I’m home.”
I’ll send it to you, “Thank you.”