Lyric

I was born to speak my mind

It was no coincidence

But at the time, I didn't know why I was there

That world was overflowing with words

And assertions were clashing

It poured down upon me, ignorant as I was

Little by little, my words began to reach others in that world

Then my hand brushed against someone else's hand

It was a very strange thing

The hand that showed me beautiful flowers time and again

They were seasons, however small

The hand that showed me unseen sceneries time and again

They were the faces of the world

The hand that showed me “the things I love so much” time and again

They were truly heartwarming things

The hand that showed me its own pain and grief time and again

I really wanted to grab it back, though

The world is calling for us all to join hands

Only the arrogant say such things

There is often a deal behind a gentle clasped hand

A hand full of love seems to hold nothing

So people are afraid of it

People might shake off that hand

People might ignore that hand

Even in a world like speaking to a wall, that person will appear

Someone who will gently hold your hand with a heart of compassion

Someone's hand will surely support my back when I fight alone

That hand, though slender, is strong

Someone's fingers will touch my cheek when I endure loneliness

That finger is so elegant

Someone's finger will flick my forehead to admonish my stubborn self

That finger is stern yet tender

Someone's palm will rest on my shoulder when I am in despair

That is a palm that reassures me

I can't hear their voices, but I know

Some people are watching over me

Those people are sure to support me

Therefore I can still walk

Those hands that had surely touched mine are no longer there

Where on earth could they have gone?

I cannot stop the hand that tries to leave me

Even though I know it will be a farewell forever

For the hands that still touch mine, all I can do is respond

It is simply conveying my heart

At least while that hand is touching me, I hope it conveys that

No matter how brief that time may be in this world