Carried on a wind from far away, no matter how many times I try to say these words, [1] they never reach you. Once again, my eyes stare somewhere out the window.
This foreboding hasn't changed, I still feel it. Those days are getting blurry...
Seeing through blank eyes like a caged bird, the light of the afternoon sun is just like the light that shines on you from outside.
This foreboding hasn't changed, I still feel it. Those days are becoming blurry...
I feel the changing season will see my promise broken. [2] Even if I reach out with my hands, my heart will stay distant.
[Instrumental]
(Why do you stare at the sky with your blurry eyes?)
[Guitar Solo]
I feel the changing season will see my promise broken. Even if I reach out with my hands, my heart will stay distant.
In the changing season, the one precious to me looked back toward me with those eyes, sighing softly.