I received a short letter from her,
saying that she's doing fine.
I distantly envisioned her face,
trying so hard to smile, and it seemed lonely to me.
If I don't have more faith in the power
sleeping within, I won't be able to find any answers, right?
* Everybody changes, in order to make their
dreams come true.
The town we once frolicked in blurred in the narrow window.
A brave face that seems to say that it's OK not to worry.
If I don't have more faith in those things that I decided for my self while I was away,
worrying about the love that I lost, I won't be able to cultivate strong feelings, right?
Everyone drifts away as they approach their dreams.
I have a feeling that the path I've been walking will one day look wonderful.
* repeat
