Eternally chasing your afterimage.
In my dream I see the side of your face as it is in those days
vanished, running away into the back of ordinary tall grass.
I chase a distant reason to start recalling that memory.
I arrive at the conclusion out of breath, and irritated.
What year that matter of the past is?
I’ll never turn back to that place again.
My heart intent on leaving behind a “damn it”.
If it’s a dream then I don’t want to get it back.
That’s why it’s alright to convey this feeling, right?
Even now I still chase that sunshine’s afterimage.
Both morning and evening also this present, I’m in sorrow.
In a world without you, I’ll try to live on.