Dead Old Days

The town where I spent the days with you grows distant
Even though it will someday become just a nostalgic scene

Something dear is lost
For one to make a journey where one chooses a new path

Dear old days I hated my unchanging self
Why have I gone astray?
Wherever I am
I just want to feel a living reality

I first noticed how friends propped up that smiling face
In the days we chatted through the night

We were perhaps made to need someone
Perhaps encounters are not just by chance

Dear old days I am not afraid to lose things
Because I want to keep believing in tomorrow
If we just keep on guarding them we cannot move on
Our journey continues without end

As we embrace the countless dreams and memories