“Can you hear it… can you hear it?” Deep within your heart…
It’s surely the voice from that day: your sobbing voice.
It’s like I’m the only one drawing breath in this whole world,
Not bothering to hold up an umbrella to the cold sadness building in my chest.
The things that look apparent to me… the things you’re able to see…
Within a forsaken miracle,
They cross paths beneath the same sky.
Run… then scream,
Getting closer to a dream – this pain will once again paint an image of tomorrow.
Believe that the tears we shed, lost together,
Can bloom this flower again!
“Have I progressed further than yesterday…?” I ask the wind, so far away;
As I carried swaying light and darkness within my heart, I thought of you.
Even if my wishes are few… even if the answer is empty…
I was clinging to the radiance that blooms in the furrow of dreams,
To keep if from wilting away.
Sound it out… send it to you –
Let loose that wish: until it reaches a sky that leads to a promise.
These scars we held onto while so far apart,
Will now… become strength.
Our days of taking oath to dreams; time filled with mistakes – hopes start to intersect: that sort of future!
I want to encounter your smile once more!
Run… then scream,
Getting closer to a dream – this pain will once again paint an image of tomorrow.
Send it to you –
Let loose that wish: until it reaches a sky that leads to a promise.
No matter how many hundreds, how many thousands of times, yes – stand up tall!
We believe… that we can manage to bloom this flower again!