The withering dead trees lining the street
Where our two sets of footsteps rang on the ongoing road
Always made me notice our increasing pace

Small fallen leaves pass by my shoulder and return to the sky
Why is that raging wind so dear to me now?
You were laughing softly

A familiar shape leaning by the window
Forms in the veiled sunlight and disappears.
Overflowing with emotion I mutter
"At least until this dream ends..."

Even more
I want to sleep holding you
Although things have even changed in pleasant memories
I want to sleep holding you in my arms
Like when the two of us met

Leaning by the window in the rustling trees
I softly mutter the same words again...
Even if I’m able to see the figure from that time
At best it's only in a dream

I want to sleep holding you

I want to sleep holding you in my arms