At the end of a day like any other day, one more of the things I cannot see has disappeared
Right now, I'm searching for a road
The voice resounding in the back of my ears often makes me think of you
But I'm still too scared to look back
I hold my fingers up high--the fingers that have strayed from yours
If only I could have the south wind as my company
I'm on a journey to search for myself, as you are to search for yourself
It may be full of doubt and uncertainty, but I can say it now
Holding my lightened luggage, I wonder what I should put in next
Maybe I'll pretend to think about that
A dream is just a dream. When I wake up, it will disappear without a trace
It doesn't worth as much as one would think
There are still so many things I don't have, but I guess I don't need an answer
As I will probably be able to answer more than I do now once I get there
I'm on a journey to search for myself, as you are to search for yourself
It may be full of doubt and uncertainty, but I can say it now
I can't even see from here the hazy glow in the distance
But several small lights are shining my footsteps, as if in my dream
The spring song you sing is giving us momentum
And it's only now that I can say thank you, and goodbye