The road we go down has such a harsh past and future.
The wind soon will [bad word] a storm, carrying the dawn.

It was a thrown-away dream, from when I was a child.
I wrote and erased it in my secret corner.

About the person who sent off the fallen stars
As I cried, I remembered.

The road we go down has such a harsh past and future.
I get tired from trying to playing myself and I sleep.
The everyday thrown away is reborn, and an unknown heart
Continues to call us, it's that kind of a promise.

We parted once again, stopping in our tracks.
Even if I whisper that our fate is unchangeable

Without parting, the days when I avoided those words
Were just far too sad.

That time that you cried for my sake, I still
Like a song sung at the ends of the earth, I naively believe in tomorrow.
The wind soon will [bad word] a storm, inviting the future.
Unexpectedly, once again today another fell, a faraway promise.

The road we go down has such a harsh past and future.
Just to smile one time I [bad word] the storm.

One day, when the world without promises calls us
It's all right to naively listen to the song sung at the ends of the earth
On the path that the wind makes...