Swaying in the season for farewell
is a fleeting flower
seeking the same warmth in wind,
we all walk in search
Our meeting is under the hazy clouds that float away in the sky
like the ovelapping and parting arms of clock,
little by little, we started going round and round
If you were the shorter arm, then i would be the longer arm
Even though we record the same passage of time
we keep passing by and then meeting each other over and over again
Even if our pace is different, as long as the future we paint is the same
then it's okay, because we can begin at the same place again
"We tried hard, but i guess that wasn't to be"
"we lost, but it was a good try"
In my heart, these words become irrigation for all the seeds I've been given
Blossoming in the short spring, the dreams go through the long winter
The seeds that i collected in my heart, what kind of light can i provide for them?
For whom do the flowers that blossom in the shadow of the road exist?
"It's not for anyone"
you say, and give them light
Feelings will turn into words
and words call forth light
and look, light creates shadows
people grow strong in shadow
strength becomes gentleness
gentleness brings around meetings
meeting creates path
and on this path...
once again, craves our feelings
If the short arm of the clock stops, long arm stops too
the pain that we share together will turn into happiness before you know it
For everyone, each one of us only gets one chance
one moment
one second
one irreversible time..
to live on without hesitation
to search for such a meeting..
One person,
one chance,
one moment,
one second
once only...
I am glad that we met.