That is probably an old tune
played by someone with a light blue lute, inside your heart
inside your pain
At the street corner drifting in the morning drowsiness,
If you can hear those singing voices,
then you are still on your journey.
Will I be able to follow the tracks of loneliness,
and walk to the hill on the other side by myself?
Bid farewell to the turned back
this is a story of you on your journey to find yourself
In the silence,
it begins now
If you have chosen a street
waking up from the morning drowsiness,
then that place is where you have to go
No matter where......
Continue towards the place just outside your view
Towards the future......
Sail across the clear sky
To go chasing after every wing
for investigating birds of unknown names
Bid farewell to the comforting back
this is a story of you on your journey to find yourself
In the silence,
it begins now
That is probably an old tune played by someone
with a light blue lute, for eternity
inside your heart