No matter how many times the wind pushes me
No matter how many times the wind blows
I’m still wearing clothes that won’t dry
Revisiting a passion that won’t reach
If I could put it into words, I’d accept it silently
But the tears won’t dry, they keep flowing
I can’t go anywhere, and that’s fine
Talk to me, but there’s something between us
An endless, endless future
Talk to me, if we bet on this feeling
To the endless, endless sky beyond
In the morning sun, in the morning sun
I hold back my rushing heart and move on