Even withered flowers breathe
Deep nights are blue
The sound of the songs grow smaller
But it doesn’t disappear

So if you know the right way
Don’t stop, keep walking
I hear a melody
In my quiet heart

Many people pass
Their eyes, different each day
On top of the path, at the edge of the season
I’m shedding this solitude

So if you know the right way
Turn around and look
Without any words spoken
The voice will come

Melody
The voices calling
Upon the short times in the memories

Melody
The voices calling
Upon the short times in the memories