A weak and unhappy (facial) expression.
Biting back the tears that well up. When I turn around,
silently looking at me... silently looking at me,
there is a person,
no matter how hard I try,
I can't forget.
In a time filled with wounds,
slowly blossoming, unconsciously beginning,
there's a beautiful song.
A melody we create together. A melody (we) sing together.
The days we share together sound like a song.
A fresh new beginning.
No matter how unfamiliar or difficult,
we'll always sing together...
I don't know the destination. I just lower my head,
and we walk for a good while. When we stop,
embracing me with a smile, bringing me to tears with a smile...
...Is a song called "You".