You are in that distant future, you are my expectation now, you are my expectation when I was a child, you are my childhood dream...
I always think that I have never changed, because I firmly believe that someone who understands me will appear. I am waiting, and waiting for you is your future. But, where are you now? You never appeared, but I lost myself subtly. What should I do next? How should I meet you? What kind of me should I let you know? I wander in the night, looking for your direction. I look forward to the warmth you can give me so that I won't be chilling in the cold wind.