In the direction of where the wind has gone,
while searching for something,
let me continue walking without haste,
within the flow of time.
In the crevices of my fading memories
are the afterimages of radiance.
From the other side of the pure clear sky,
the countless silly dreams,
as well as several choices and options,
would peek this way from time to time.
Only the passing seasons
have changed their looks.
Even now at the corner of my mind,
our innocence from back then
still feels so very nostalgic.
There must be a reason for this. Ah.
In the direction of where the wind has gone,
while I was searching for something,
the shards of my dream
suddenly gave me a push on my back.
They're quietly instilling courage in me.
Surely this kind of hesitation
exists within everybody.
On a day when you are in a bad mood,
they will either stay quiet and give you some space,
or let their unspoken tenderness
lighten up your mood
with its seemingly indifferent warmth.
People are such magnanimous creatures.
While I'm thinking over this,
my mind's probably making it more complicated than it is.
I can't seem to change my usual pattern
of trying hard in vain. Ah.
I will continue walking without haste
to the place I must reach.
Even if I don't know where it is right now,
I have a feeling that everything will work out
as long as I stick to my style of doing things.
In the direction of where the wind has gone,
while I am searching for something,
the shards of my dream, as definite as they can be,
suddenly gives me a push on my back.
I will continue walking without haste
to the place I must reach.
Even if I don't know where it is right now,
I have a feeling that everything will work out
as long as I stick to my style of doing things.