The afterimage of you that I'm always chasing.
In my dreams, your profile still looks like it did back then.
You ran into the tall grass and disappeared.
After recalling that memory, I chase after it.
Frustratingly exposing my breath, I finally reach it.
That was many years ago, was it not?
At that place that we will never return to again,
lies that heart of mine that I left behind.
What if it's all a dream and I cannot recover it;
how then should I convey this feeling?
The afterimage of that day that I'm still chasing...
Now, while engulfed in sadness,
I keep on living in a world without you.
Ook deze vond ik erg mooi.