Blue sky. Your hair, a wash of gold on the wind,
a sight that leaves me speechless.
Time slows to a whisper.
Is this what it is, to love so deeply?
You shield your eyes from the brutal sun,
and a smile, so soft, appears for me.
A storm of "I love you" roars inside me,
as I, too, squint into the harsh, blazing light.
You sometimes pause in the breeze,
a phantom I cannot touch, words broken.
I fear that your form, so brief, will simply dissolve,
and your quiet, sad laughter is an ache in my chest.
In the shelter of your smile,
I am a joyful statue.
Is my heart meant to be saved in this way?
This affection, a returning tide.
This feeling has no answer,
a truth like the simple fact of living.
I just love the way you smile,
for there is no reason to seek a cause.
My old habit: to seek a reason,
to beg for words that make me whole.
I don't need to retrace the steps of our meeting;
a simple "thank you" is enough.
It's useless, I'm just too afraid to be happy.
But you, unshaken by my weakness, laugh for me,
and you sweep away the heart's dust and the stain,
a fresh wind through my broken ribs.
I walk past the sneering eyes,
the foul words and the curses,
the numb hearts on the street corner,
the press of bodies in a crowded train.
Will this sadness keep staining me in its color?
How many more lies must I utter?
And standing beside me, a helpless failure,
will you still offer me your smile?
My love, reach down, take my hand in yours,
hold it so tight not a single finger escapes.
In every moment that will not return, a lonely gravity works to pull us apart,
but bound to you, I want to one day return your gentle smile.
【Japanese version】