Kotani Kinya

A murmur that dissolves into a crowd of bustling people
It makes the memories scattered underfoot blur

The sparkling of the street that I am lost walking on, glaring one way
It shines on me, as though freezing me

In cold times, my dreams fall away; they slip through my hands
Counting my wishes, when I wake up, you are reflected in a shimmering illusion
A faint silhouette guides me

A gentless that speaks only of flowing anxiety
Was eternally fulfilled, I don't want tomorrow

The words that I should tell you, it's talk to myself
I fall into shadowless days

I pile up the dreams with my shaking fingers; even without breathing on them, they crumble
Things that are certain are too unreliable; whatever it is I believe in, can I be with you?
The silhouette from that day is vanishing in white

I look at the seasons dyed pale, life winter dream
I stop, and it sweeps me away

Blown out by the wind, some is left behind; the yearning is going numb with cold in my heart

The cold times drift around in my dreams, I'm caught in your hands
Counting my wishes, when I wake up, you are reflected in a shimmering illusion
A faint silhouette guides me