You murmured proudly that you had no worries.

You pitifully bluffed in a place that people rarely pass.

The sudden sounds of goodbye that calls me.

I guess I can't see the familiar crying face for some time.

Voice is blocked and communicating with gestures.

The "Come back safely" sign.

I threw away all the things that were getting smaller.

I murmured about how I wasn't sad and put on the earphones.

I could see it a little - the vision of the warm past days.

To the right, to the left, it spreads and takes me with it.

The scenery passes me and is getting further away.

It leaves that day's me behind.

Not knowing the meaning of the one teardrop.

I wish that you'll be healthy and be shaken by the time machine.

Not knowing the meaning of the one teardrop.

I wish that you'll be healthy and be shaker by the time machine.

Not able to hold back the overflowing tears, not knowing the meaning.

I'll be shaken by the time machine and come back again.

~Kris534