Ah,
Is it sadness, is it regret?
Or could it be happiness...?
Ah, sentiment is now
Overflowing within
This burning chest...
The thin voice reporting on
The understanding of the love in the centre of those eyes...
I gaze up at the expansive sky so often I've grown used to its strength...
From here I will walk on
Ah,
Over time, all of this will be
Enveloped in love
Gently, time piles up
That strong light from one hundred years ago...
At first, a chest as an open, empty space
Next and never, those bonds return home
Those days passed by faintly
The world's pain comes from kindness...
I gaze up at the lonely sky so often I've grown used to its strength...
Once more, I think
At first, a chest as an open, empty space
Next and never, those bonds return home
From here I will walk on