Reliving our scraped up yesterday,
We’ll open the way to a hopeful tomorrow!
What even remains,
Within these tiny hands?
My voice merely dispersed into the sky…
Even if the reality I’ve obtained is dim,
And I can’t see what lies in front of me,
I feel like I can proceed on this lengthy road,
As long as I’m with you!
Even the bonds we left gathering dust connect,
As our pasts and futures stand back to back.
We’ll repeat an answer that’s full of inaccuracies,
Then seek the light, reaching out our hands – as many times as it takes!
What will we seek,
With wandering, hesitant fingers?
Looking up at clouds on the verge of tearing, we were at a standstill.
Upon this road we started walking one step at a time,
Even if the footprints and traces we leave,
Fade with the coming of rain,
Let us keep on proceeding!
Words we were on the verge of forgetting spin a tale,
Of our pasts and futures, tangled as we remain.
Never receiving permission to look back,
Let us embrace a prayer, proceeding onward together – going as far as it takes!
The color reflected in our eyes,
Was a brilliant monotone,
As notes seeking the staff,
Wavered fleetingly:
Our ideals will be depicted,
Playing forth,
To hide even our cowardly hearts.
The bonds we left gathering dust have connected;
With our pasts and futures standing back to back,
We’ll never turn our backs on that answer we’ll someday find,
Grasping the light and going beyond tomorrow – as many times as it takes!