We run, chasing after the place of that vapor trailnHow far can we go in this way? nAlthough there is no decision madenSearching for something is not enoughnWhat if we realize what we should be searching for? Without knowing, the day comes to an end.nnIf you compare this world to a great marblenBeing anywhere, doing anything 'Cause it keeps on rolling, huh. Giving us a ridennAgain today, for some reason if one day ends, tomorrow turns into todaynWithout reason, though occasionally there's the kind of night that makes me not want to crynDon't lose sleep over it! There's no hurry.nThese roads connect somewhere to sometime, and there's an answernnEven though there's no plan forced out, Why does it always seem to be us? nEveryday is right aimed at left Though you don't mind.nHow many words do you choose? How much do you throw? Things are skillfully out of reach.nnIf you compare those tears to a little marblenEasy to spill, easy to be broken, a transient diamond, do not lose themnnIn this place, how far do you stretch out this hand before someone somewhere can reach itnOccasionally there's a morning that makes me not want to escape to anywherenAnd great sadness sometimes will become a little happy storynSurely sometime those tears cried when trying to be tough will glitter, the day will comennIf you compare this world to a great marblenBeing anywhere, doing anything 'Cause it keeps on rolling, huh. Giving us a ridennAgain today, for some reason if one day ends, tomorrow turns into todaynWithout reason, though occasionally there's the kind of night that makes me not want to crynDon't lose sleep over it! So there's no hurry.nThese roads connect somewhere to sometime, there's an answer