Lyric

A white line awaits the sunrise

Near a deserted bus stop

I've counted the times we've missed each other

Pretending to forget the invisible days

I pick up my frozen heart

And start walking for the first time

Behind me, the hint of night

In front of me, an empty road

Standing on the white line of the bus stop

I hear a name I can still call

Even though I'm hurt, that voice that remains

Illuminates me

A quiet breeze blew through the city, where a single light flickered

Even my confusion melted away in the morning

Slowly, I began to walk

As I walked forward without looking back

I heard a new voice

Standing on the white line of the bus stop

I heard a name I could still call

More than the years that have passed

I long for a stronger light

Amid repeated goodbyes

The seeds of words left behind

Gathering the voices that are now sprouting

I gaze only forward

Standing on the white line of the bus stop

I open my heart to the morning glow

Even if it cracks, I trace my future

I can move forward

The white line of the bus stop where it all began