At the edge of a distant path lies a sleeping memory,
Between the cracks of time long worn, two people stand.
The neighborhood I thought would only feel unfamiliar
Still welcomes us warmly, even now.
Over the rewound clock,
Over the tangled scenes,
Far in the distance, you are standing there.
Little by little, passing through the memories,
I’ll turn everything back to the beginning.
With a trembling heart, I’ll stand at that path again,
And once more, I’ll greet you with a foolish hello.
Stepping off at a stop I’d never visited before,
Among awkward conversations, I handed over a postcard.
The writing, which I thought was clumsy and askew,
Even now, shines so brilliantly.
Over the rewound clock,
Over the tangled scenes,
Far in the distance, you are standing there.
Little by little, passing through the memories,
I’ll turn everything back to the beginning.
With a trembling heart, I’ll stand at that path again,
And once more, I’ll greet you with a foolish hello.
Ooh woah, ooh woah,
The sound of a heart beating wildly,
A voice that tried to hide its trembling,
Slowly, as if it’s within reach, ooh woah.
Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh,
Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh.
With a trembling heart, I’ll stand at that path again,
And once more, I’ll greet you with a foolish hello. (Ooh)