On a night when the clouds drift slowly, I gaze alone at the streetlights visible from my window.
I trace it with my finger, over and over, wondering where I went wrong.
The moon is beautiful tonight. But that's not a reason to call, is it? It's not about the reason.

I'm sure they both always wish for the same thing.
Why does it have to be like this? It hurts my heart.


You forget important things, but you remember trivial things, don't you?
That's what you say, but isn't it the same for both of us?

But before I knew it, I was laughing here.
In this way, the two slowly became one

For example, even if you were on the other side of the round Earth today
Even if you're right next to someone, you still can't see what's in their heart, can you?
If this resentment never goes away, then so be it.
I think it's okay if we can't understand each other, as long as we can forgive each other.
I'm sure they both always wish for the same thing.
Let's not let go of the pain, the sorrow, or those soft hands.