Cutting up the scenery, cutting up the scenery
You were rushed by possibilities
Without caring about the clock, without caring about the clock
Are you sleeping somewhere now, I wonder?
I need to receive your destination
To retread on your footprints
With all the names you’ve left for me
I’ll collect and gather words
To fill them to the brim
Can I become the line that connects
The cities you saw?
I proceed at my own pace. I fail to catch up, and I stop
“It’s okay to be yourself,” my heart says to me
Running down Kitai Avenue
I’ve really got to become you!
I proceed in a hurry. I’m distracted, and I stop
“You can take a break,” says somebody who knows you
I draw a squiggly line
As if I were filling myself up
Sometimes it’s packed in the front
And I can’t move, but forgive me!
Even if they say that I’m somewhat lame
When compared to you, I’ll never give up
I might be feeling impatient and uncertain
But I still want to be of help to someone
Cutting up the scenery
If only I could gently stroke
The scars left by possibilities
Without caring about the clock...
Dashing through the intermittent lines...
It’s my duty to draw the line that connects
The cities you saw!
I proceed at my own pace. I fail to catch up, and I stop
I’m given a responsibility that grows heavier the emptier I get
Running down Kitai Avenue
I’ve really got to surpass you!
I proceed with a different voice and draw a brand-new line
Until I finish conveying all my words
I will be stopping at this city