Even withered flowers breathe
The deep dawn is blue
The melody gets smaller
But it doesn’t disappear

So if you know the right way
Don’t stop, walk again
I hear a melody in my quiet heart

Many people pass by
Every day, their looks are different
At the end of the season, on top of the road
I’m escaping solitude

So if you know the right way
Turn around and look again

Without any words spoken
The voice is heard

Melody
The voice that calls to the short time in memory
Quietly
Softly