On a night when I can't sleep, I slip out of my room
Look up at the sky, and feel the wind
Listening closely and watching intently
If this scenery and this wind
Are someone's creations
Then is this me, who is here now, also
A creation?
Even if I tried to ask or search for it
The answer wouldn't exist anywhere
As if burying a puzzle that is missing pieces
Even if I gather far and wide for the pieces of my memory
That which have been lost are unfindable
If these memories and recollections
Aren't real things
Then what in the world is this feeling
That I'm feeling now?
Even if I sharpened in the darkness
The answer wouldn't exist anywhere
The blue sky, the sound of winds, the warmth of grass
The sunset, the starry sky, smiling faces
If these memories and recollections
Aren't real things
Then who in the world is this me
Who is here now?
If this world and everything
Are a world that someone created
Then what in the world is this me
Who is here now?
Even if I faced and asked the sky
The answer isn't here
I am here now