again [English translation]

The reliance on the letter of dirty words put in the transparent bottle

Above the water just within where you can see

So slowly, so slowly.

The girl travels to find that person

Wanting to take one look at, meet, and hug that person

The horizon

This must be fate

I'm going because you told me you'd wait for me

I'll go wherever, towards the day after tomorrow, the future, beyond the line of a thousand years

You, who pushed my wheelchair

When I lost a leg, are nowhere to be found

Where are you now, soon be by my side

All that's here is sound and waves

By the foam, disappearing is easy

And the moment I thought that,

I got the feeling I could hear your voice.

Taking it all in my hand, beyond loneliness,

The compass you left, a swaying journey

The morning glow reflected on the water's surface

Not thinking it that bright, I closed my eyes

When I start thinking "You are already", it is endless

When you are gone, I am like a child who's lost their dreams

Holding a writing brush in the silent atelier

Painting every day on the campus

The motif is a girl with an artificial leg

Laughing with a smile like sunshine

The filthy wound carried back then

Before anyone noticed it seemed to become serious

The doctor quietly said my future would be short, but

At least,

Until I can finish this painting,

With this girl, soon now,

My affections grow from day to day

Taking it all in my hand, beyond loneliness,

The compass you left, a swaying journey

Taking it all in my hand, beyond loneliness,

The compass you left, rusts away

The sky moves from orange to darkness

A hand moves reliant on candlelight

Just within the lamplight you can see, extended in the light,

My heart dances in the memories of hope

I've arrived at the coast, where have you gone?

Relying on crutches, listening to many people, I turn

The solitary doctor seems to know your whereabouts

I face the atelier, these painful palpitations won't stop

I can finally, finally see you again

When I open the door, what I find there

Is a boy who's grown cold, and

The finished painting of a girl