It's Fine
The voice I long for even in my dreams,
I call out the name but there no answer it seems
Only the tearful echo returns,
And I listen to that sound myself deserves.
Through the night that was endlessly long, thick and dark,
I know your last wish is left as a remark.
I'll wait for a long time, I'll definitely find you,
Even if you're so far that you can't see me too.
The child who stands in front of me without fail,
Head hanging low but never pale.
When I sadly hold out my hand, the child runs away,
So I hold onto the empty air like a display.
Through the endlessly lost, cold and cruel days,
I know your name and silently forgotten ways.
Even if you're so far that I can't believe it,
Let's meet at the tip of dawn when it's slightly lit.