The place where my hand can’t reach Today, you’re also breathing, but On the small chair where I used to be with you The same figures passed by the wind If you leave, it’s as if you’re leaving me From far away, my hands wave Someday it will leave its prints in my memory
If you miss, someday you will meet Like in the movies, these things become reality I couldn’t protect you in a hard day You, in that beautiful time
If you leave, it’s as if you’re leaving me From far away, my hands wave Someday it will leave its prints in my memory
If you miss, someday you will meet Like in the movies, these things become reality I couldn’t protect you in a hard day You, in that beautiful time












