Lyric added by: Ryusenkai
Above the expressway like a spider's web,
5 kilometers to my destination, continuing to decelerate.
Lately the air conditioner is on the fritz.
Sitting in a lemon, my heartbeat increases.
When I came to realize that I'd become a responsible member of society,
carrying this great burden on my back, one day, Mom complained to me,
'I wanna go back to the days of my elementary school summer vacation.'
The woman invited to dinner,
whirled in total drunkeness with an indecent smile,
her gestures and movements so overexaggerated
with an eastern face, but acting like a westerner.
When I take off her stockings and get her undressed
she had the same thing as I do.
I'm getting lazy to send her home,
The Batting Center where I swing my passion all alone.
We had a dream looking up wandering,
with a swing and a miss, we broke our bones.
Then we had rehabilitation.
it would be nice if someday I could reach you,
propellers I attach to my heart,
pass beyond time and space, to where the light points.
"Come over after you call" using familiar methods,
you gave me the duplicate key.
Because I'm afraid of the media,
I end up locking it in my savings box.
Who can I trust and what can I struggle with to walk after this?
In a fixed race though you decide victory or defeat,
there is no winner to applaud.
We dream too much and wander
drifting in a mighty ocean, we get goosebumps.
"I want to be loved much more"
the pests sing on a moonlit night
spread your wings and fly to where the light points.
Pull the points scattered around together and gather them up,
tie them together in a straight line.
Break away from the darkness and swim across the ocean
becoming the wind, crawling the earth
Look for a forever that has a limit
running through the shortest distance.
to where the light points
Brian Stewart & Takako Sakuma