I caught a sight of a distant child.
His eyes are mournful, and yet more eerie.
In spite of everything the child smiled in a split of a second,
It was warm-hearted, and plain, but a bit doubtedful.
I loved a child from far away,
Assuming that this was his longing .
Regardless, solely with his emotions, he had stripped me off my veil at a single glance.
I haven't seen such a heart, such a love like this.
Now the child is growing up day by day.
And he caressed all of the sorrows one by one.
Embracing a secret hope, and a bit hurt.
I caught a sight of a distant child.
Sort of a child, sort of a man, sort of none at all.
In his hands damp bundles of time.
He chose a new path, which he had never tried once before.
I loved a child from far away.
In his hand there is tomorrow, in the other there is yesterday.
As if he is a bit sad of ageing a head of time.
He looked at the state of the world, then laughed and went away.
I haven't seen such a heart, such a love like this.
Now the child is growing up day by day.
And he caressed all of the sorrows one by one.
Embracing a secret hope, and a bit hurt.