I received a short letter from her,
saying that she's doing fine.
I distantly envisioned her face, trying so hard to smile,
and it seemed lonely to me.
If I don't have more faith in the power sleeping within,
I won't be able to find any answers, right?
* Everybody changes,
in order to make their dreams come true.
The town we once frolicked in
blurred in the narrow window.
A brave face that seems to say
that it's OK not to worry.
If I don't have more faith in those things
that I decided for my self while I was away,
worrying about the love that I lost,
I won't be able to cultivate strong feelings, right?
Everyone drifts away
as they approach their dreams.
I have a feeling that the path I've been walking
will one day look wonderful.
* repeat