Within a long spell to follow
Within there and gone tomorrow
No words telling to be credible
Are the memories I hold still valid?
Or is that the value which used to be…

Maybe the day after tomorrow
The snow stills began to follow
And the wind blowing redoubtable
Somehow, something out there has been gone
Or it is the value that I used to care…

Tell me what the drops knows
Are these the tears
That wash away our linkage way
And leave not a trace of the day?

Tell me what the value mean
Is this the intensity of feeling
That pours all scorn on me?
See how I dive into this blooming sea

Hark, hear the song that sighing out the destined fate
Gaze, watch the view that showing you the fading age
My value affects by your gravity
I feeling it all
Still keep on telling me to going on
follow

Let the drops wash away our last days