Flowing clouds, as I gaze at them suddenly
I realize
Our time, with its limits, yet endless
Doing things that seem meaningful, yet have no meaning
Is it okay?
That’s how I carve myself
Every day, cherishing pointless things
Let’s do many things that can only be done now
The wind blowing through feels somewhat magical
I wonder why, I feel strangely good somewhere
When you smiled
Even if there’s nothing, there is certainly “nothing”
As I look up at the sky
When we become adults, it will surely disappear
Let’s embrace the moment
Fate intersecting, and chance encounters
The wind blowing through feels somewhat magical
I wonder why, I feel strangely good somewhere
We laughed together
There is no other, so maybe…
It’s nothing special
In the quiet, fleeting moments
I am captivated
Captivated by you