The darkening ink-colored sky Invites traces of distant days. Carrying childhood dreams and yearnings, Airplane trails flow and disappear.
If I crossed time To the me of that day, If I could tell her, I'd want to fly away.
And as for fears, well Let them fall away just so From your tiny palms. The world is simply waiting For your shining eyes to make their debut.
Strange towns' unknown people Pass on by as though in a movie. Won't someone show me the path? The one remaining path I'm expected to follow?
If you open the door To the neighboring world, If you can go inside, Search for me.
Follow your dreams, if only a little, Those nostalgic days that took roundabout routes Do you remember them? And are you still Walking about with your shining eyes?
The darkening ink-colored sky Invites traces of distant days.