While I’ve lost my shaken sense of reality, Where will my sentiments, piling up like rubble, go? Holding a crushed hope, I brushed the red rain off and ran in a trance. At the end of crumbled emotions, what do I see? What exists? I still don’t know, All fleeting futures simply kept spreading silently in front of my eyes. Light and shadows vanished; what the last words, Wished for was tomorrow alone; where does it exist in this reality? Gazing at the crushed present, I ran in the middle of the red rain unhesitatingly. Over the crumbling scenery, what do I know? What do I hear? I can’t see anymore. I’ll simply keep silently choosing the single fleeting future in front of my eyes. At the end of crumbled emotions, what do I see? What exists? I still don’t know, All fleeting futures simply kept spreading silently in front of my eyes.