Monday, December 11, 2006
On the other shore of sadness,
It is said that there is a smile.
Finally we arrived.
But what are we waiting for?
The purpose is not to run away.
It's to chase after dreams.
We should have gone out to travel,
On that summer day so long ago.
Even tomorrow, if you see it.
Though there isn't a sigh either.
Like a ship going against the current flow,
Right now, go forward, move ahead.
Even if it cuts through the rain and clouds,
The wet roads shine,
Only the dark will teach,
A stronger and stronger light.
Be strong, go forward, move ahead.
-one litre of tears-
11:29 AM
