shiroku togireta yume no kirehashi o tsukamaete
shonen wa hashiru
te o hanashitara dokomademo tooku kaze no ne ni kieteyuku
hitotsu dake no omoi o tobashite
mabuta no ura ni egaki hajimeta e wa kasunde
tenohira de kosuttemo
itsuka mieta yasashisa wa mou nai
hitori fumidasu ashidake miteru
asa ni wa kieta ano utakoe o itsumademo kiiteta
nomichi no saki de akaku naru houzuki segande
kodomo ga hashaideru
itsuka shitta yasashisa no naka ni mo
onaji fuukei aru nara ii ne
asa ni wa kieta ano utakoe o itsumademo kiiteta
bokura ga nokoshita ano ashiato o itsumademo otteta
asa ni wa kieta ano utagoe o itsumademo itsumademo
bokura ga nokoshita ano ashiato o dokomademo otteta
sou owari wa wakare to aru mono dakara subete oiteyuku
asa ni wa hizashi no naka atarashii uta kuchizusanderu
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A young boy catches a fragment of a dream interrupted and away he runs
If he lets go, it will vanish to the strains of a distant wind
One single memory floating away
The scene half-drawn behind my eyelids is fading
Even when I rub them with my palm
The tenderness I once glimpsed is no longer there
I look only at the foot falling in front of me
I'd been forever listening to the singing of a voice that vanished in the morning.
Ahead on the path through the field, a child is frolicking snatching at the red Hoozuki plants
In the midst of the gentleness I once knew
I hope the scenery remains the same
I'd been forever listening to the singing of a voice that vanished in the morning
Forever chasing after the foot prints we left behind
I'd been forever listening to the singing of a voice that vanished in the morning
Forever chasing after the foot prints we left behind
Such an ending is the stuff of farewells, and so I leave everything behind
In the sunlight of morning, I sing a new song to myself
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