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