♫ Footsteps of Time ♫
(Kaito's song)
Swaying in the season for farewell is a fleeting flower
Seeking the same warmth in the wind, we all walk in search
Our meeting is under the hazy clouds that floats away in the sky
Like the overlapping and parting arms of the clock,
Little by little, we started going round and round
If you were the shorter arm, then I would be the longer arm
Even though we record the same passage of time
We keep passing by and then meeting each other over and over again
Even if our pace is different, as long as the future we paint is the same
Then it's okay, because we can begin at the same place again
"We tried hard, but I guess that wasn't to be"
"We lost, but it was a good try"
In my heart these words becomes irrigation for the all seeds I've been given
Blossoming in the short spring, the dreams go through the long winter
The seed I collect in my heart, what kind of light fo I provide for them
For whom do the flowers that blossom in the shadow of the roads exist?
"It is not for anyone", you says, and gives them light
Feelings will turn into words, and words calls forth light
And look, light creates shadows, people grows strong in the shadow
Strength becomes gentleness, gentleness brings about meetings
Meeting creates path, and on this path, once again, craves our feelings
If the short arm of the clock stops, the long arm stops too
The pain that we share together, will turn into happiness before you know it
For everyone, each of us only get one chance, one moment, one second, one irreversible time
To live on without hesitation
To search for such a meeting
One person, one chancem one moment, one second, once only
I am glad that we met
(Kaito's song)
Swaying in the season for farewell is a fleeting flower
Seeking the same warmth in the wind, we all walk in search
Our meeting is under the hazy clouds that floats away in the sky
Like the overlapping and parting arms of the clock,
Little by little, we started going round and round
If you were the shorter arm, then I would be the longer arm
Even though we record the same passage of time
We keep passing by and then meeting each other over and over again
Even if our pace is different, as long as the future we paint is the same
Then it's okay, because we can begin at the same place again
"We tried hard, but I guess that wasn't to be"
"We lost, but it was a good try"
In my heart these words becomes irrigation for the all seeds I've been given
Blossoming in the short spring, the dreams go through the long winter
The seed I collect in my heart, what kind of light fo I provide for them
For whom do the flowers that blossom in the shadow of the roads exist?
"It is not for anyone", you says, and gives them light
Feelings will turn into words, and words calls forth light
And look, light creates shadows, people grows strong in the shadow
Strength becomes gentleness, gentleness brings about meetings
Meeting creates path, and on this path, once again, craves our feelings
If the short arm of the clock stops, the long arm stops too
The pain that we share together, will turn into happiness before you know it
For everyone, each of us only get one chance, one moment, one second, one irreversible time
To live on without hesitation
To search for such a meeting
One person, one chancem one moment, one second, once only
I am glad that we met
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