I couldn't leave at all, because there's scenery I've gotten so used to seeing.
Even if I come here again some time I'll see the same sky in the same way Maybe I thought too much about whether or not you could call it beautiful. After a little sleep let's hurry again tomorrow.
I'm afraid. The steps I can't take pile up, and turn into a long, long path untraveled; I'm too late. During that time, I started thinking that somehow maybe even this place isn't so bad. I kept giving myself reasons.
In reality, since as long as I haven't understood even once, I've been pretending to understand everything.
I couldn't leave at all, because there's scenery I've gotten used to seeing.
Somehow everything seems small, and what I thought was a small lump was the sky I look up at that has no end. Maybe because it's too wide. Maybe because I was next to you.
I wanted to understand it with my head, but I envy looking back at someone, somewhere that I missed.
I'll forever be demanding something that isn't there. I've been thinking like that since I met you.
It's all in this hand for sure. I mustn't leave my dreams here. It's all in this hand for sure. I don't need a predetermined future.
It's all in this hand for sure. If it doesn't move, I can't move it, but It's all in this hand for sure. If I don't start it, it never will.