Lining up one by one the pieces of warmth they had lost,
the multicolored pieces of you sketched a smiling face.
Unable to be honest about our future lit up by the light of our love,
I put out the light and loved while fumbling in the darkness.
Still not skillful at creating new memories,
I powerlessly leave myself to the rapid flow of time.
Where should I go?
Ahead of this darkness,
how many more times must I say goodbye?
Right now in the world visible only to you, what is sparkling?
To you, who had always
stayed by my side back then,
how many more times must I say goodbye?
Pieces of you are sparkling in the distance in the depth of my heart.
Into the tiny space between the choices of whether or not I should turn back,
pieces of you fell and pointed up their sharpened corners.
When I walk all alone on this road I've grown accustomed to,
the scenery and the wind feel different. The season is beginning to shift.
I forced my sweet dream to take on the shape of love,
to the point that it was cracking and breaking.
Where should I go?
Ahead of this wind,
how many more times must I say goodbye?
On my palm, my wishes are slipping through my fingers.
To you, who are still
inside my chest even now,
how many more times must I say goodbye?
Pieces of you are sparkling in the distance in the depth of my heart.
Pieces of you are sparkling in the distance in the depth of my heart.