The sleepless world you stand upon is still pure.
But if you can somehow make your mark, try to leave some trace of you behind.
I close my eyes, still not allowed something as simple as looking to the sky.
I’m wishing you can (someday) find just one thing (as days pass):
(Tell me) (about) the love sinking deep within your memories.
Longing for the morning you’ll reach (walking on), after thousands of attempts (surrounded by peace),
I hope you’ll be blessed with salvation for as long as this voice can reach you.
Even if the arms that embrace this wounded world will wither away. Even if things end like that,
If I can witness it with a smile, it would be because you were always here (by my side).
If we were perhaps fated to never cross paths, we might not have even known each other’s names.
I want you to remember just one (unyielding) thing (from those days):
The warmth (and beating heart) you felt (when you held me) within your arms.
The pain, happiness (and voice) that reached my heart (the hand you reached out to me)
Become reasons for me to hope. Yes, until you awaken someday.
Sleep now, unclench your tightened fist. Forget about your sins.
Begin to trust this withering world.
If you can (someday) wish for just one thing (from those distant days):
(Seek out) the love (my existence), sinking deep in your memories.
Longing for the morning I’ll reach with you (awakening), after thousands of attempts (surrounded by the dawn),
I want to dream, even the slightest bit, of those days we’ll share together.