Lying down by the side of the road
Watching the drifting clouds
Wandering winds swaying the weeds
As though this empty me
Is merely something to be laughed at
Passing the seasons with a lack of expression
Just what could I trust?
Just who can I talk with?
With only outer appearances
Mundane futures are so trivial
By myself spitting these out like this everynight
The us here right now
Just what can we do?
Though we're not even prepared to get hurt
In these constantly repeating days
Wanting so much to know the answer, I'll
Continue to reach out my hand towards the distant sky
I sung during my childhood
That song spinning 'round and 'round
Yet I can't remember the next line
That time I had drawn
Far beyond that door
What kind of world stretches there?
Just what should I search for?
Just where should I head?
Tenderness and such
I had always thought of as a hindrance
Once and again trampling over your love
If we are to meet once again
Me, who's grown a little more mature
To be able to destroy this old rusted grief
Even if I can't see in front of me
Towards where that shining light is I'll
Continue to push through the deep darkness today
The us here right now
Just what can we do?
Though we're not even prepared to get hurt
In these constantly repeating days
Wanting so much to know the answer, I'll
Continue to reach out my hand towards the distant sky today
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