Straightener

Using the wind that has started moving, I soar up into the air
Time was locked away in a torn up and thrown away map
The broken sprays of water, and the bursting stardust
At the moment that they touch my fingertips, I raise my hands up recklessly

I play my thoughts that I can't convey in words
I tell a story with my poor melody
So that when the shadows that shine on the window twinkle
Their color will change

The sound of the steam whistle disappears into the distance
I announce that distance out
I laugh at the past, that I can't go back to
The color of the eastern sky sullies the horizon
I close my eyes and ears
The moment that my tears dry up

I play my pain that I can't convey in words
I tell a story with my poor melody
So that when the shadows that shine on the window twinkle
Their color will change

The moon from yesterday still hasn't gone away
From when today's sun, which I still can't see, disappeared
I want to be connected to you

I play my wishes that I can't convey in words
I tell a story with my poor melody
So that when the shadows that shine on the window twinkle
Their color will change

Blow! The melodic storm