Disappearing between eyes is always so short.

Since yesterday

The same thing will never change.

Things that shouldn't exist, unfortunately disappear in your fingers.

The bird hasn't spread its wings yet.

But it will break the wind one day.

Those inaccessible places are still far away.

So I can only stare at the deep desire.

In midsummer, children are walking on the railway.

The wind caressed their barefoot.

Away from childhood.

Let go of the hope in your hand.

Chasing the disappearing clouds.

From the day we cross the mountain, it will remain unchanged forever.

Sincerity as always.

I will be as strong as Poseidon.

Feathers spin in the air like windmills.

Always have the same dream

Keep staring at the unreachable places.

And the dream of a longing bird.

Looking back on the scorching railway

Despite the illusion of cumulonimbus clouds

We can still remember.

Hope left by the season

Chasing the disappearing clouds.

Inadvertent tacit understanding reflects the eternal smiling faces of the two.

That kind of firm eyes.

Never let go even if your hands are soaked with sweat.

We watched the disappearing clouds.

Disappearing between eyes is always so short.

Since yesterday

The same thing will never change.

Things that shouldn't exist, unfortunately disappear in your fingers.