Tiny farewells come back to back.
Eventually they’ll all lead to you.
I know it, so
I try to slow my pace as much as possible. But…
You’re waiting, looking so lonely.
You’re beautifully unreachable,
Just like a sugar-drop moon.
Rolling in the distance, you give off a sweet light.
But when I get close, you’re like a rough lump of dirt.
If that’s the case, I’d like to always watch you from back here.
I wanted to always keep watching you, but…
If I can keep remembering you
By exchanging more and more words.
Your weakening image can’t be wound back.
Clouded like smoke, it becomes something false.
If we’re fated to part from the start,
Then we were something fake all along.
But I never thought we were mistaken,
So I dance with the hope of someday seeing you again.
I don’t mind if you’re a lump of dirt, I just want to feel you… I want to touch you.
Like a bottle of sugar-drops, sealed in a beautiful state:
Each time I chew one
Another tear comes falling down.
You’re beautifully unreachable,
Just like a sugar-drop moon.
But I still got closer
And felt that cold moon in its natural state.
Until we say our farewell, I want to keep watching you.
I want to keep watching you up close!