Like a bottle left behind at the ocean
I can’t stop and I can’t touch you
I would rather be broken apart and sink
Then I would be able to live a bit more comfortably

I keep floating away, I keep getting farther away
So though I run with all my might, I am in the same place

* I will fly with you, who are the waves that push me out
The wind of memories constrict me
The remaining time ties me up

Everything has stopped, time has closed
Hope has burned up in this prison called memories
When the memories appear and touch upon the traces
I rip out my hair and scream

Because you keep spilling out, I can’t breathe
Though I run with all my might, I can never touch you

* Repeat

I will fly From mark
I will fly From mark