遙的詩篇

Only the world that extends before my eyes, was my whole world.
Whatever past, becomes a small sparkle in the future.
Polluted blue sky, the roaring of the electric train, the noise of noon.
Everything becomes a streaking line that flies away.
Fading white moon, overflowing sunlight, the gentle shape of young girls hands.
Everything becomes a streaking line which rips apart.
At that moment, I will become the wind.
The most beautiful wind than anyone.
Becoming the strongest wind than anything.
Clasping the steering wheel, pressing down on the accel, my heart throbs violently in this world of intense speed.
That's the empty space that belongs only to me.
For me to have for myself.
Going through the simmering of air.
Sweat drizzles down.
Touched by the light, a bleached white world.
That is the only one, that's in my space.
For me not to be lost in.
The dream inside me is stolen from a bright aqua marine ocean, and goes up into the clouds.
I deeply desire this dream inside myself, but even so, sometimes I want to give it up.
I hurt myself to reach it, but sometimes, I want to break it.
Why should I keep chasing after this future that is inside me?
For what reason am I running?
How much am I going to run for it?
Towards the sunset, a jet disappears, leaving behind two white lines.
At this moment for the first time, my wondering heart found an answer.
If I don't keep running, there's nothing that can be seen.
If I don't keep running, nothing will get to its end.
This is the only accomplishment.
It's the only sound of the checkered flag.
At that moment, I will become the wind.
The most beautiful wind than anyone...
Becoming the strongest wind than anything.