Is it okay if I get used to my work more than yesterday and it feels really light?
Is it okay if I keep imagining the me of my dreams?
Is it true that tomorrow’s sun will rise as new?
Feels like my heart is in the sunshine that spills out so bright

Is it okay if my work that I got used to greets me again?
Is it okay if I keep imagining the me of my dreams?
Is it true that the day I’ve waited for is passing by like this?
My heart has grown as if it could touch the sky and I feel like I have you

No matter who tries to stop me, my footsteps are going to you
In my imagination, you’re so close that I could touch you

Is it okay that my heart-fluttering footsteps feel so light?
The sweet days that I dreamed of have come to me

No matter who tries to stop me, my footsteps are going to you
In my imagination, you’re so close that I could touch you

Is it okay if I get used to my work more than yesterday and it feels really light?
Is it okay if I keep imagining the me of my dreams?
Is it true that tomorrow’s sun will rise as new?
Feels like my heart is in the sunshine that spills out so bright

My heart has grown as if it could touch the sky and I feel like I have you