You are always going like this, and even if you pile on the lies You can never again return by this road What kind of dream were you drawing and fell into That time when you lost your footing on the other side of the border?
The future visible in tomorrow isn't even close to satisfactory, but Perhaps we're living clinging to such things Surely the truth is that you and I are searching for the same thing Feeling the same thing - the one truth - in different places That alone is what we want to know So we are here holding on to nothing Prowling in dreams and reality, we're too close to the edge
You are always going like this, and even if you pile on the lies You can't return by the road you lost your footing on No matter where you are now, no matter what you're gazing at Two people love each other in that way with their hearts still separate
Tomorrow, believing in whatever kind of future is visible We'll be walking in order to once again discover the serenity of the twilight Walking in this place
The future visible in tomorrow isn't even close to satisfactory, but We only want the foolish strength that believes in that kind of thing Surely we want to live with a groundless passion Greater than regret, consolation, and the like, feeling only that much And walking, singing while standing in this place We are here holding on to nothing Where will we go tomorrow? We're too close to the edge
You are always going like this, even if you pile on the lies Until you make sure of the point on the road you lost your footing What is being born in the light just starting to appear? Two people love each other in that way with their dreams still separate