we are always
waking up in front of the country
while we put our faces together
we sang
not recognizing our futures
i will wait
one day, without wandering
like i am able to come back
even teaching the little birds
we are unable to forget
the gentle sadness
where and when can i find it?
will it be inside the
rising green sprout?
holding onto only you
my arms turn into vines
softly wrapping around you
i dont want to be separated
lalala
i am in the corner
of the never-ending garden
with this small world
we sang
we bury the seeds we picked up
in the burial grounds
while we dig
the warmth will remain
but i am looking at this dream
even if it is difficult
to the extent of this
the lovely loneliness
my heart is scattering
piling up the cracks
in the shining stars
reaching out towards you
this hand turns into the wind
no matter how far we get
surely, you will reach me
lalala
the lovely sorrow
where and when can i find it?
will it be inside the
rising green sprout?
holding onto only you
my strength is between us
getting stronger like this
i never want to be separated
lalala
