Counting together,
As we step over the goal line,
We still didn’t know a thing.
Going beyond that line,
But seeing it gone when we looked back,
We still didn’t know a thing.
Sweltering, sweltering, sweltering…
Our shimmering sweat will pour on out!
There are probably lots of things we don’t even remember;
Everyone, even he, is a silhouette.
We’ve pretended to forget the things we held dear,
So we can just laugh and say it’s nothing.
As we count together,
We all remember:
We wanted to have it all.
I know…
Ahh, I’ve noticed…
The hands on the clock… these days… can’t be stopped.
Fighting, fighting, fighting for ownership,
Time and memories flow,
Getting further, further, further away…
There are probably lots of things we don’t even remember;
Everyone, even he, is a silhouette.
Everything we’ve worried about,
We’ve tried to sweep under the carpet,
So we can just laugh and say it’s nothing.
Lightly, nimbly, they dance…
Just like those leaves, having a singular purpose,
I want to proceed without impatience.
There are probably lots of things we don’t even remember;
But there are also things,
That will never change,
And you, who taught me this,
Are a fading, fading silhouette.
Clutching the things we wish to hold dear,
We’ll become more mature,
Never letting them wander…
Protecting them at all times.
Then someday…
We’ll be able to laugh about it all.
Lightly, nimbly, they dance…
Those leaves fly into the distance.