After a rough day Time passes, so empty There are young and awkward people There are still thorns in this world Without even knowing where they’ve come to Without even knowing where they are
I can’t see As if my eyes are covered I’m afraid The cold touch Gropes me even deeper The rough voice is fading But it calls out to me Into the dark forest I’m going faster and faster
People busily come and go The street light blinks alone The wind blows Under the crescent moon As I walk around the quiet street I hear your voice from somewhere I feel your warmth So I stop my footsteps