You know, when this town is bathed in twilight,

there will be a little seed that drops from you hand.

If you can call this trodden-down dirt a road,

does closing my eyes count as love?

If this world had been flat,

the two of us would never had met.

We were both running to keep our distance.

But now without reducing speed,

no matter how far apart we are.

As the miracle repeats itself,

we will come face to face again.