Sometimes, without even realizing it, I accidentally hurt someone. Only after losing everything do I begin to understand the mistake I made. It’s already too late, you know— like it was in the past. Even that dazzling, brilliant time from long ago— I still have to take steps forward toward tomorrow. Even if it’s snowing a whole sky full of snow, it’s the same. For the me of right now, what exactly can I do? what exactly can I still become? If it’s for the sake of living for someone— then it isn’t possible to just “do the right thing,” is it? If we could meet one day, somewhere on a street, would you still remember my name? At that time, surely— there will be the gentle breeze of spring. Transfom into a brand-new self— start over, begin again, live a whole new life. On the tightly connected endlessly stretching road, I am moving forward right now. Say goodbye to everything pure and spotless. A whole sky full of fluttering, scattering white snow. Please, accept all of me. At least, for today is enough. Hide away everything. It’s already too late, you know— like it was in the past. Even if it’s so enviable— I still have to take steps forward toward tomorrow. Even if it’s snowing a whole sky full of snow, it’s the same. Back then, laughing as we always did— I mistook it, thinking we could understand each other. We missed the signs— those ambiguous hints. A never-ending searching, looking for where the problem lies. Over the seasons. If we could still meet— could you still call out your name? Transfom into a brand-new self— start over, begin again, live a whole new life. Just a single layer of skin left there— connecting the head and the body. This helpless “now.” No matter what, I have to keep living. Say goodbye to everything pure and spotless. A whole sky full of fluttering, scattering white snow. Right now, please freeze my heart— so that I can forget all of the past. Can I open my eyes one day morning and become someone somewhere else? That’s impossible, isn’t it? Just pretend you didn’t hear anything. In this everyday life that isn’t busy, the only thing that gets layered on top of everything is age. On the other side across the way— waiting for me, in the end: is it heaven or is it hell? No matter when, humans are slow to realize things. Not knowing what they’re plotting in their stomachs. But even so, they still love— and are loved. To know that living on is already a fate that’s decided. What a life full of regrets— and mistakes that can never be made up for. There’s always one or two, everyone has them, don’t they? Isn’t it just like that?! So damn frustrating. Transfom into a brand-new self— start over, begin again, live a whole new life. On the tightly connected, endlessly stretching road, I am moving forward right now. Say goodbye to everything pure and spotless. A whole sky full of fluttering, scattering white snow. Please, accept all of me. At least, for today is enough. Hide away everything.
