I suddenly remembered some nostalgic songs...🎵

Children reach out their hands toward the sky, trying to catch birds, clouds, and even dreams.
That figure is me, knowing nothing until yesterday.
I believed these fingers would reach you.
Beyond where the sky and earth touch, a road calls to a traveler from the past.
To you, I am just a passerby, a stranger who just happened to look back.
Entrusting my body to the waves of people going to the market, I wander unsteadily through the cobblestone streets.
The sound of prayers, the sound of hooves, a singing murmur.

The white morning passes by, leaving me behind.
A time travel, for some reason, fills the wounds of my heart, a mysterious road.
I keep getting lost while writing a letter that only says goodbye, and after that, I am a stranger left with nothing but sorrow, a stranger left with nothing but sorrow.

How long has it been since we couldn't meet?
The letter I sent came back to my mailbox this morning.
Like young leaves that have awakened, swaying by the window,
I realize it now, after a long winter.
No matter how much I put it into words, it's not enough.
You loved me, you wrapped everything up for me.
It was just like a sunny spot.
A photograph of the two of us with burning rape blossoms.
I can't keep the promise to "send it to you," but
if it were now, I could have gathered both kindness and sincerity in my hands and delivered them.
Even if we each come to love someone else,
don't forget everything you left behind for me.
So that I can love someone.
Under the vast sky, even if we never meet again, I will go on living.
You loved me from the bottom of your heart, you wrapped everything up for me.
It was just like a sunny spot.
You loved me, you wrapped everything up for me.
It was a sunny spot.

Unknowingly, I have walked this long, narrow path.
Looking back, I can see my hometown far away.
Bumpy roads and winding paths,
without even a map, that too is life.
Ah, like the flow of the river, gently, many eras pass by.
Ah, like the flow of the river, endlessly, the sky just dyes itself in twilight.
To live is to travel, this endless road.
With the person I love by my side, searching for dreams.
Even on a muddy road caught in the rain, someday, a sunny day will come again.
Ah, like the flow of the river, calmly, I want to entrust myself to it.
Ah, like the flow of the river, shifting seasons, waiting for the snow to melt.
Ah, like the flow of the river, calmly, I want to entrust myself to it.
Ah, like the flow of the river, forever, listening to the blue murmuring stream.

● The deadline is Thursday, August 31st!