I can hear a whistling farther than yesterday

I collect the scattered pieces

I hold them tightly in my right hand, and

softly close my eyes

Knife-like moonlight rains down On a night that

freezes even the horizon Alone in that wilderness,

hugging my knee I strain to hear the song of the wind

Those who do not know a sleepless night

Cannot become strong; that is the rule

I can hear whistling farther than the stars

and the skies

It's the words of someone's prayer

I hold them tightly in my right hand,

and softly close my eyes

A thing that's even sadder than loneliness

Is not realizing that loneliness

No matter how freezing the night,

under the earth

Warmth is hidden

Rather than being a bird

that is trapped in a cage

I would become a nameless stone

I can hear a whistling farther

than yesterday

I collect the scattered pieces

And holding them tight in my right hand,

I softly close my eyes

I can hear whistling from a distant yesterday

It's the words of someone's prayer

And holding them tight in my right hand,

I softly close my eyes

Holding them tight in my right hand,

I softly close my eyes.