特別なことなんて何もない。
何気ない時間の儚さに
押し潰されそうになりながら。
太陽を探した朝、小さな幸せを見つけた。
In the morning, I was looking for a light as the sun shine.
The future seemed so bright, and now, the past is sparkling.
There is no special as usual that is being gone right now. The past never comes back, even we wish it so much. The wish is just wishing.
The wish doesn’t care what it will.
And, I found a small happiness by the view warmly.
