Windlit dust (English ver.)

Fragments, remnants, windlit dust

I’m lighter every time I fade

Fleetingly the sunlit past

Leaves me in a shifting gray

Whispers bending out of frame

Moments drifting out of place—

Every time I reach for one

Another slips without a trace

Fading lines

Slip before I breathe—

(Hmmm… drifting… drifting…)

Every trace

Moves away from me—

(Falling… so lightly…)

Maybe I was never there

Wondrous traces thin as air

Miracles you’d never dare to keep—

Pieces and particles (So light)

Breaking through the shadows (So bright)

’cause I knew that I’d be seeing you this week

Pages turning on their own

Names erased before I speak

Photographs without a face

Flutter down the quiet street

Echoes drawn in drifting lines

Half-remembered, half-released—

Every time I try to hold

Another part of me grows weak

Blurring out

Faster than the light—

(Soft… falling… weightless…)

All I am

Slips beyond my sight—

(Breathing… then fading…)

Maybe I was never mine

Rewritten by the skyline wind

All the things I lost begin to breathe—

Pieces and particles

Falling into morning

As the memory of you moves underneath

Footsteps soften into mist

Echoes folding into night

Every thought that slips from me

Glitters once before it dies

Streetlights catch the broken frames

Spinning where the breezes meet—

All the lives I used to own

Scatter down the quiet street

Every spark

Fading as it flies—

(Hovering… trembling…)

Still it burns

Somewhere deep inside—

(Glowing… then falling…)

Maybe I was meant to lose

Every piece I held too tight

Every memory drifting out of reach—

Fragments and particles

Lifting in the neon

’cause the part of me that’s gone still sets me free