:54:02
One just knows the blue of the blue sky.
:54:08
It looks that the path continues to no end,
:54:13
But these arms can hold the light.
:54:21
My silent heart in the time of farewell,
:54:27
The body that becomes zero listens carefully
:54:32
The mystery of being alive,
the mystery of going to die,
:54:38
It's the same with flowers, winds, and towns
:55:09
It's calling, somewhere deep in my heart,
:55:14
Let's make a dream, always and time after time.
:55:19
Rather than count the number of sorrows,
:55:25
Let's sing softly with the same lips
:55:31
In the closing memories,
:55:36
I always hear the whisper
that I do not want to forget.
:55:41
Even on a shattered mirror,
:55:47
A new landscape can be reflected.
:55:55
The morning of the beginning, the quiet window