Sleep walk, my eyelids are lured to the darkness of memories,
Like snow softly killing a flower,
I should’ve known nothing repeats.
The hands of time erase me,
However, it’s strange that I’m crying from the bottom of my heart.

 [bad word] 1]
I can see the brilliance in everything mundane,
Even in the smoky air of the crowded streets.
Since I don’t want to lose the burning glimmer of everyday moments,
I start to walk.

Grayish dawn, daybreak reveals yet another dream,
Even in the warmth of the sand between my fingers.
But I’ll walk forward, won’t there be something waiting there?
This surely is my testimony,
I sing, with a distant future in my heart.

 [bad word] 2]
I can see the brilliance in the mundane tomorrows,
It’s the same voices, the same meetings; that’s all it is.
Pain grazes this life of mine,
Brightly lights it and stokes it, so now I start to walk.

‘till my soul Even if I’m transformed into a memory,
Nevertheless…

Someone’s love song resounded merrily in the desolate winter,
As if it were my own, my heart trembles.

 [bad word] 3]
I can see the brilliance in everything mundane,
Even in the breath of the moment when we hold hands.
Since I don’t want to lose the burning glimmer of everyday moments,
I start to walk.