AISubs v3
How many more times will we be able to dream?
How many more laps will we be able to go around the sun?
What will the seasons that will come again tell us?
The scenery we see now isn't everything
Even if the sun is cut by the clouds
The size of the sky won't change, even tomorrow
If you wish, the light is there
Until the perfume of those eyes reaches you
The sweat that falls without wiping is always beautiful
Your efforts are shining
And illuminates the path