On a dusty street
Wandering through an old memory
Like tears building up on the back of a small hand
I’m slowly finding you

I let out a sigh and go back
I’m looking from a day ahead
Like a big tree, withering away with illness
It’s fading slowly

The wind blows
In this familiar air
I take out the erased memories
Your name that was so painful in the end
Will I be able to call it again?

In the dusty memories
I see the faint you
Longing for yesterday and for you
I’m quietly shedding tears

The wind blows
In this familiar air
I take out the erased memories
Your name that was so painful in the end
Will I be able to call it again?

To me on that day
To you on that day
If I could say something
I’d hold you and say I love you

The wind blows
In this familiar air
I take out the erased memories
Your name that was so painful in the end
Will I be able to call it again?