Past doesn't matter to him

I received a letter which bound yesterday 

The road that always followed behind you suddenly disappeared

 And things which weren't the road, disappeared as well!

Scattered stone that played with us when we were young..

Now hiding their faces.

Each and every moment of us is pierced in me,

I bleed all the time yet no one can see!

But something seems familiar as always,

Maybe its wind that never changed..

If it's the wind I pray for the flowers to blossom.

It's been 82 weeks in this town,

I still believe I'll see you again.

No matter how I get off the ground, 

Something that matters,

 Matters to me...