At dusk after the rain, I walk this road alone,
looking up at the sky so the tears won't spill.

In the distant sky, in tomorrow's sky,
I can see something there.

Tomorrow will come here too.

The scene I reach my hand toward lies beyond a fence.
I break into a run, fast enough to forget everything else.

The blurred moon I watched while unable to sleep
don't rush.
Until then, let's keep walking just like this.

If only tonight I could hear your voice,
if only tonight I could hear your voice —
if I could hear it…

Even though the light pouring in