Today, we are tired of the repetitions they demand but love to make the same mistakes again. Oh well. Long ago, we had to write a letter to our older selves, it never did arrive it never came. Oh well. I miss you, though there's nothing I could change, I wish you could be here to point my imperfections. If only you'd be here I'd tell you "I'm sorry for the man I've become" Oh say can you hear me?
愛しい日差しと繋いだその手はどうか離さないで この美しい世界は君がそばにいないと It's not the same.
Will you still be there?
Tomorrow comes, though nothing is for certain but we always pray and try to live a life without regret.