In the winter wind that cuts my skin,
I think of the warmth spring.
I know and feel
The color of the world that reflects.
I open the usual door,
And there is the usual line-up of faces.
But you know, every day
Is always different from the last.
In the seasons that change time and time again,
The words we exchange pile up.
And someday, I will be able
To know and believe many things.
Even of you plan for it not to change,
Everything is changing little by little,
Even in this single moment,
Things are changing here too.
I raise the speed
And pass by, day by day.
The needle on the clock
Can't turn back, can't stop.
But having a bit
Of a long path is not so bad.
Show up in a picture, take a picture
With the camera of your heart.
I can meet people that pass by
And there's never anyone I won't see again
When I am here.
That's the reason I'm here.
My answer is definitely meetings,
But if I put it in words, all of these
Feelings that are born in me
Would become a lie.
The path to tomorrow
Really does vary case by case.
No one knows, or measure
The future.
But the vagueness of these days
are not so bad.
Even if it's just right now,
Be happy and smile.
It's not that I was having a dream,
And I really wasn't expecting anything.
But even so, I know and feel
A certain something.
I open the usual door,
And there is the usual line-up of faces.
But you know, every day
Really is different from the last.
I raise the speed
And pass by, day by day.
The needle on the clock
Can't turn back, can't stop.
But having a bit
Of a long path is not so bad.
Show up in a picture, take a picture
With the camera of your heart.
OH YEAH
it's not so bad
OH YEAH
Show up in a picture, take a picture
OH YEAH
it's not so bad
OH YEAH
Be happy and smile.