Remioromen

Ahh, I'm waiting for an answer, searching for the meaning, complaining without doing a thing
How many days, how many tens of days, will I be alive for?
I thought that I'd suddenly awakened, but that wasn't the case
How many years, how many decades, will I be alive for?

I can't abandon the idea of giving up, but
During that time, I closed my eyes

In awkwardly searching for the meaning of life
I'm looking for a single strand of confetti
Running up to the midwinter sky
It's the journey of a person who listens to the sound of the wind in his heart
I wonder how far it will stretch out for?
Cutting out my dreams, I'm going to pass through the winter

Ahh, it's as though our imaginations have no particular air about them
Our desires swell up

Before I knew it, I was scared to
Compare the feeling of boredom and the feeling of a thrill

Even during these days, that stand absolutely still, with no wind blowing
There is a place in my heart that was pounding
And the snow melts in midwinter
Are we searching for something that suits us? Do we remember?
It's the same either way
With my feet firmly fixed in these days, I'm going to pass through the winter

In awkwardly searching for the meaning of life
I'm grasping for a single strand of confetti
Running up to the midwinter sky
It's the journey of a person who listens to the sound of the wind in his heart
I wonder how far it will stretch out for?
Cutting out my dreams, I'm going to pass through the winter

Cutting out my dreams, I'm going to pass through the winter