The dream we have is right before us.
What was it I left behind?
I don't want to forget, but
Sometimes all of a sudden what floats in the crevice of my memories
Is a light faded sepia color
A little bit further beyond the days where right before my eyes is blocked off.

Anyway, why am I out of breath?
It's because I'm running, isn't it.

As much as I gain speed, I get scared of standing still.
I touched my heartbeat that was going faster to make sure that I was right here.
When I perked my ears to the little voice inside my heart
I am enveloped, the entire world becomes sunny. To tomorrow.

We get closer and then separate a bit.
I wave my hand to the person I met.
On this path that seems like it keeps repeating, I become honest.
If we overlap
Your smiling face and your crying face, it's pretty, isn't it?
Things that won't change will someday head deeper inside of me.

The sun shines on my cheek I cried tears upon.
Does this mean that love is progressively blooming?
It was so hazy, far, far away.
Let's concentrate our eyes to the future.

The wind hazes over my cheek. If I sing a song right into your ear
It will ring higher along with my heartbeat because we are getting closer to the sky.
Like I'm springing lightly ahead, I am brought along by my way of walking,
Continuing onto the story no one has ever seen yet.

As much as I gain speed, I get scared of standing still.
I touched my heartbeat that was going faster to make sure that I was right here.
When I perked my ears to the little voice inside my heart
I am enveloped, the entire world becomes sunny. To tomorrow.

I am enveloped, the entire world becomes sunny. To tomorrow.