towards the light

Someday the inversed butterfly will face the light
I cut my hair with you in the mirror
Footsteps echo in the hallway during class,
the sound of the incessant rain follows.
When the figure feels, it seems bright.
It'll become a sweet flower; it'll even become a poisonous fruit.
It's raining today, too, even now
I want to connect to her through her sky and my sky.

In this craziness, uncertainty.
I wonder if we can leave the thoughts of each and everyone somewhere.
In this craziness, you gave me life
I wonder to what point we can protect a single thought.

You remembered it, the inversed butterfly.
The exchange of mail is unstopping
Even if it is set adrift, I should swim
The incessant voices of people are like waves
The memories that I'll convey, while I believe in them.
Are a gentle rhythm that feels like crying.
It's always raining; the present will continue to the future
I want to think so.

In this craziness, uncertainty.
I wonder if we can leave the thoughts of each and everyone somewhere.
In this craziness, you gave me life
I wonder to what point we can protect a single thought.

Feelings that don't want to become words exist
No matter how far people reach out their hands,
an unreachable place inside of people exists.
Because I love the inaudible thought of each and everyone
Even if they don't become something, they won't be changing on any day.

In this craziness, uncertainty.
I wonder if we can leave the thoughts of each and everyone somewhere.
In this craziness, you gave me life
I wonder to what point we can protect a single thought.