Shaori: Waltz Forever

I can't see the road far behind me; standing my ground has brought me joy.

I know that on some day of drizzling rain, a wanderer will come,

carrying a lantern,

returning.

I can't see the way home; my longing gives me hope.

I know that on some day of drizzling rain, someone dear to me will

quietly open the door,

wait for me,

to return.

I can't see the road far behind me; standing my ground has brought me joy.