You started walking with your back on me. Without any exchanged words.
Pretending like I dislike to be happy. I tried to act strong and let go of my ideal future.
I can't get back my wish
The world doesn't even allow me to wish for it, I wonder
Can we never turn back again?
Is this the beginning? Or the end?
It'd be wonderful if I could spend morning with you once more.
I just wish even such a small hope can be made a miracle.
Even if this voice dies the melody won't fade
