The sun at high noon melted everything away, from yesterday’s rain and from yesterday’s pain.
I’m going out with my girlfriend this Saturday, so even this lazy slob will take a sponge to every stain.
The leaves on the street picked up and scattered by the wind as cars pass float down and spell out the truth of this town.
I think that what would make us the happiest is if all the worries we’re burdened with turn out to be nothing.
See the season’s halation in the children laughing and running down the street.
A shadowgraph made from a bundle of faces and memories.
I don’t mind if all these unchanging things never change for all time.
Endless blue sky. La la la, we’ll all sing this very song today.
This vast and unspeakably blue sky today is nothing short of beautiful.
If at a construction site on the workers’ day off, should glass hang from the tall building, twilight will stay a while too.
For the sake of our livelihood, we have to give up something. And if I sold security, I’m sure I’d get exactly nothing.
Hear the wind as it slips through the forest. I don’t know if the voice within is crying in misery or not.
But I felt bad for listening, so I turned my ears away.
Changing that which can’t be changed isn’t very easy, after all.
There is nothing for us where the wind blows. There is nothing for us where the sun sets.
The answers we’ve longed for will never ever come.
There you will only find the world we live in. And that is the only thing we were ever meant to.
This vast and uncapturable sky today is nothing short of beautiful.
Endless blue sky. La la la, I’ll sing this very song.