Loop
Translations
Hey, as this time when town starts to sink within the darknessThe morning sun will rise elsewhere in this worldIn your hand -- lies a withered flower,which eventually would turn into a small seed
If we call the packed dirt a roadIn those closing eyes, could there be love?
If the world was ever flat, then we would have never metKnowing that we were running away from each otherWith that constant speed that made us so far apart.Engulfed within a circle of miracles, in which we would be able to meet again
Hey, at the time when the darkness leaves this cityThose tears will starts to disappear If in those letters still lies that hidden storyWhich words that came from a dream..
Carried by a floating leaf down by the steamy riverIts headed towards the sea where the clouds starts to rainSoon, the falling rain will bloom that seed from afar But you will eventually notice how different this place is
In this ending world which still continues to spinChanges the outside view of an opened window In that season where the flower which I loved starts to bloom Engulfed within a circle of miracles, in which we would be able to meet again
In which we would be able to meet again
Hey, as this time when town starts to sink within the darknessThe morning sun will rise elsewhere in this worldIn your hand -- lies a withered flower,which eventually would turn into a small seed
If we call the packed dirt a roadIn those closing eyes, could there be love?
If the world was ever flat, then we would have never metKnowing that we were running away from each otherWith that constant speed that made us so far apart.Engulfed within a circle of miracles, in which we would be able to meet again
Hey, at the time when the darkness leaves this cityThose tears will starts to disappear If in those letters still lies that hidden storyWhich words that came from a dream..
Carried by a floating leaf down by the steamy riverIts headed towards the sea where the clouds starts to rainSoon, the falling rain will bloom that seed from afar But you will eventually notice how different this place is
In this ending world which still continues to spinChanges the outside view of an opened window In that season where the flower which I loved starts to bloom Engulfed within a circle of miracles, in which we would be able to meet again
In which we would be able to meet again