Sometimes I am still sad when looking up the sky.

the freedom will come when I use to be alone with myself.

Tear ran down without noise.

Those sweet words are so clear.

Time goes by without noise.

Sometimes I look back,

the hands held me before, still tender.

After years, maybe I'll forget the pain

and we lose contact with each other at that time.

Maybe you and I will be in different places, but enjoy the same windswept.