Inside of her tiny hand is a strength that will one day surpass our own
We walked on since the day we cried beneath the ripened grapes
Her hand is small, but even if we’re separated, we’ll walk down this road
And there will come a day, someday,
Where we put away our best memories
I heard the sound of the sea, what sorts of things shall we talk about?
In the short time before you close your eyes
The bravery that flows without even a shadow left behind
Will it be connected to those irreplaceable memories someday?