You are alone in the room with the small light.
What kind of thing is it that you think now?
Do you think about a far-off past?
Or do you think about the future?
What kind of thing will depend on us after this?
We are same as in its being sad and the nice thing.
We leave this room and begin to walk.
We grasp a hand and begin to walk to the future.

The small bird which flaps the wings to sky.
Surely the bird flies to the place that you should go ahead through along a flow
of the wind.
We open a wing like the bird, too and want to fly.
Surely the bird may get a very important thing.
We can surely get it in the future.

I do not understand how many times I cried.
You surely cried almost as same as me.
Our tears became the dazzling small light.
The light soared up into the far-off distance.
Then the light turned into a small bird.
We continued chasing a small bird with eyes.
We thought what there would be over there.
You and I must go to the place by all means.

The small bird which flaps the wings to sky.
Surely the bird flies to the place that you should go ahead through along a flow
of the wind.
We open a wing like the bird, too and want to fly.
Surely the bird may get a very important thing.
We can surely get it in the future.