I keep sighing at my perplexing days, that I've lost sight of my true self. I can't hear
your voice no matter how hard I listen, but I will continue walking today to chase after it.
My thoughts for you, through the passage of time, morph into a cocoon,
and now they spread their wings and take off.
I won't forget the one most precious thing. Will my thoughts reach you?
Please do, somehow, someday.
I wish to try to show you the things I'm capable of,
even though I'm so tiny and ordinary.
Tired from walking, I stood still at an intersection. Flowers of a nostalgic fragrance were blooming there. I journeyed on, stashing into my pocket the bitter thoughts I had,
so that they wouldn't spill.
I accidentally went the long way or broke my journey many times,
but I'll soon arrive at the place where the future and the past meet.
I searched, and I lost, a thing or two. I passed by one or two nameless strangers.
Without a doubt, I'll only keep on being my unaware self.
Where is the light that will illuminate the answer?
Surely, there are no wishes that will forever stay unfulfilled.
Those thoughts have been conveyed, deeply and powerfully.
Just for now, I want to continue doing this for a little longer,
for this is the one thing I'm capable of.
