it's said that on sorrow's facing shores there is a smile... when I finally reach that place, what awaits me there? the purpose is not to run away, it's to chase after dreams... I should have left on my journey on that faraway summer's day.

even if I see it tomorrow there wouldn't be a sigh either, like a boat going against the current... right now I'll move forth, ahead.

in a place consumed by pain and anguish, they say happiness awaits... I'm still searching for the last sunflower of the season... if i clench my fists and wait for the morning sun, my nails would stain red before my tears start to glisten and fall.

if i've grown used to solitude too, then with the moonlight i'll fly away on featherless wings, moving further forward ahead.

if a thundercloud breaks, the wet roads will sparkle.

only the dark will show me a stronger and stronger light... I'll be strong and move forward.