I hear a voice.
A voice, resounding through the sky that stopped crying.
It has shot through the target of my heart.

Chasing the summer I spent with you,
I pass through the end of winter.
The words I heard from you that day
Are guiding me.

The smell of a snow storm,
High frequencies mixed in a harmony.

There's more than enough memories, but
If I turned around, I could lose just as much.
So I recklessly went down that road,
Praying for tomorrow.

The wild sleeping within is driving us
To the eternal, endless, irreplaceable dream.
The aimless, simple, helpless days,
We keep walking through them,
Because we are the children of the journey.

So you're guided?
Do you keep running from something?
(The endless world)
Someday, when you've reached your destination,
You'll be able to see the rest of your dream.

Unchanging, fearless, our strength,
We had it since the first time of despair.
Unforgettable, inseparable, memories of the distant days,
A tail with a small bone left. [1]

The wild sleeping within is driving us
To the eternal, endless, irreplaceable dream.
Like a climber ascending to the summit,
I want to reach someday the place of beatitude.
So let's keep on walking,
Because we are the children of the journey.

I hear a voice,
From beyond the sky that stopped crying.
I am waiting for you.