At the corner of the spacious sky, 
I saw the color of the city reborn 
I can't hear your voice 
because we've been so much matured
For whom is that bell chimes? 
I am standing still on my way back
Frightened in this absolute darkness, 
wondering when I could find the detour 
The gentle dancing wind is shaking 
both the trees at roadside and my heart
When will we meet again? 
Smiling, I just wave my hand to you
If only I could turn the clock's hand and return the 
time to yesterday 
What will you inform right now to me who keep on 
doubting?
That very same question is endlessly repeated 
by the sleeping orange-colored sun
My slightly chilled hands are 
carrying a soul that belongs to no one 
Still this excited chest is 
concealing the words that can't e fully conveyed
From here to somewhere as the destination 
This night a ship is boarding for a new trip
The clock's hand is gently keep on shredding the time 
See, my unstoppable ringing pulse is piled up 
If only the countless wish buried me 
even these infinite holes could be felt dearly 
Passing through those childish season 
The sleeping orange-colored sun