In the flowing crowds, I turned around to the shadow of those I hurt,
but it disappeared.
People passed me by happily.
I saw my fictional self in them.
We tend to wish we were loved normally.
I only believe that my wish will come true someday.
But it's so hard.
I want to tell you from this world...
No one can live right from the first time.
We live in the first owned lives.
We will be able to forgive them.
All is in the wind...beyond the nights,
the answer of that time, my fading old sins,
and the place where I go.
I looked up at the sky and searched
for the assured leading starlight.
Do you see that brand new moment of now as I see it?
I want to tell you from this world...
No one can live right from the first time.
We live in the first owned lives.
Yet, I was making a day of the first time.
I want to tell you from this world...
No one can live right from the first time.
We live in the first owned lives.
I will be making a day for the first time.