By : Spoon
Making my way through the blueness of the sky
I'll reach you with all my heart
My broken watch should be left here
If there is something to believe in...
Until I grab hold of my dreams, my eyes won't change
From looking up at the distant western sky
If I want to cross over it, I can't look back
I wear down my shoes as I move on
With every single breath I take
I'm happily escaping
Even the straight path is surprising and uneven
I'm not worried about the gaps
Until tomorrow is in sight, I shall raise my head
Aiming at the far-off western sky
So I'll never forget, don't let go of these hands
My priority is what is most important
Until I grab hold of my dreams, my eyes won't change
From looking up at the distant western sky
If I want to cross over it, I can't look back
I wear down my shoes as I move on
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