(We) don’t need a clock
In this spring whose length cannot be measured
The two of us (are) walking exhilarated
(But) the distance between us
Is a few centimetres too far
Look, let’s start now
Seizing the summer clouds in our hands
With this formless, ticklish feeling
(When we were) blown about by the wind and becoming flustered
Do you remember where (we) were going
It is ok if we don’t decide
Let’s continue like this
Winding the hands of the clock
In this autumn whose end cannot be seen
Shrinking down and walking*
(But) the distance between us
The few centimetres is something special
Can you remember?
About the day we met
Even now, (we are) continuing without changing
Look, let’s start now
At the end of these seasons that will come around
What I think about is how far can we keep going
Blown about by the wind I was hoping
For forever