Yukusaki no nai kaze ni fukare
Yurari yurarito sasurai nagara
Daremo shiranai tabiji no hate ni
Egaku ashita wa shinkirou
Konkuriito no sabaku wo aruku
Tsukareta shintai wo sasu kagerou
Donna ni tsuyoku fumi shimetemo
Kawaita ashiato wa nokoranai
Osanaki goro no yume wa gareki ni umoreta mama
Tabidachi no toki wo matte iru
Yasashisa no nai ame ni furare
Yurari yurari to nurete shimaeba ii
Atsuku omotai kumo no kirema ni
Kasuka ni koboreru hikari ga hohoemu yo
Mou dorekurai hanareta no darou
Furisake miru hodo ni natsukashiku
Sonzai suru akashi wa sagashitemo mitsukaranai
Kidzuki agete ikumono to shitta
Yukusaki no nai kaze ni fukare
Yurari yurarito sasurai nagara
Daremo shiranai tabiji no hate ni
Egaku ashita wa shinkirou no you ni...
Yukusaki no nai kaze ni fukare
Yurari yurarito sasurai nagara
Daremo shiranai tabiji no hate ni
Egaku ashita wa shinkirou no you ni...
Yasashisa no nai ame ni furare
Yurari yurari to nurete shimaeba ii
Atsuku omotai kumo no kirema ni
Kasuka ni koboreru hikari ga hohoemu yo
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The wind blows without a destination
Swaying, swaying, as I wander
At the end of the journey no one knows
Draw the tomorrow that is a mirage
Walking through a desert of concrete
My body is tired from the sting of the hot air
No matter how strongly I step
No dry footprints are left behind
My dreams from childhood are still buried in rubble
Waiting for the moment to set off on their journey
It's okay to get wet
In the swaying, swaying, unkind rain falling
A light will faintly flow
From behind the thick clouds, smiling at you
I wonder how long we've been apart?
Lately I've had a longing to see you
If you try search for an existing proof, you'll never find it
I know that you must establish things for yourself
The wind blows without a destination
Swaying, swaying, as I wander
At the end of the journey no one knows
Draw the tomorrow that's like a mirage
The wind blows without a destination
Swaying, swaying, as I wander
At the end of the journey no one knows
Draw the tomorrow that's like a mirage
It's okay to get wet
By the swaying, swaying, unkind rain
A light will faintly flow
From behind the thick clouds, smiling at you |