Still now,
I remember that voice.

The road where I ran that day…
The sky I looked up that day…
I think about the time
that will never go back.
Will you laugh at me?
You will be angry at me a little,
won’t you?
I don’t know when to quit.

So many times,
I investigate the possibility minutely
that I wish it thoughtlessly.
I still want to be tricked
by the lies optimistically.

The thought
such like “at least”
and “somehow or other”…
I may regard it
as temporary sentiment
and overlook it,
So I will say to you
that you will find the days
having nothing false
after you experience despair.

The very short dream…
The very short conversation…
I have a right to think about it.
Is it a childish pride?
No one will accept it.
But it must be a necessary procedure.

Forever,
I will confront the reality
with my own justice,
Even if it is beyond me.
I will never give up to myself.
Anytime, I want to struggle
with everything I have.
So I live everyday
so that my voice resonates tenderly
and helps someone someday.

After I get lost in a maze.
It is connected in the future.
It’s not yet settled.

The thought
such like “at least”
and “somehow or other”…
I may regard it
as temporary sentiment
and overlook it,
After you experience despair,
you will find the days
having nothing false,
won’t you?

I will never give up to myself.
Anytime, I want to struggle
with everything I have.
So I live everyday
so that my voice resonates tenderly
and helps someone someday.

Don’t forget…don’t forget.
Don’t forget.