Still, I can't say goodbye.
Looking up the sky, I was in a line.
Why do we embrace each other so firmly on the day of departure?
People can only believe in the future
and keep on walking.
No matter how sad they are, they depart.
*If I extend my arm, it will reach you, but
you already are
looking at tomorrow with your own eyes.
The remaining days of spring.
Don't touch me. Don't tell me anything.
I will not seek for the smiles.
As the sunset approaches, my heart goes crazy.
If I extend my arm
even the imminent tomorrow
can get hurt.
So, let us go.
The remaining days of spring.
* repeat